The Wandering Rivers
In which the source is forgotten, yet the banks whisper familiar incantations
The river's whispers are myriad; echoes of unspoken dilemmas flow within shaded banks.
The journey begins not at the source but in the serenity of motion. Does the stream remember its origin? As the water flows, so too does the soul seek understanding, unraveling enigmas lost in fluid reflections.
Endless corridors of thought mirror the wanderer's path through consciousness. Here, each choice diverges into further contemplation, and meaning nested within meaning awaits the seeker.
Consider the river as a labyrinth: a mirror maze of sunlight and shadow where every turn reveals another possibility, and closure is but an illusion.
There exist hidden currents beneath the surface, unseen paths that intertwine and diverge into obscurity.
Seek them not, for they lead to nowhere, and yet, every nowhere is a now here.
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