Friday, February 22, 2008
It's just Friday, wet and cold
A stream flows by. Water. Universal solvent. Symbol of everything that is. When I put a toe into the water it slides around me as if I don’t make a difference. Untold numbers of individual water molecules. They flow by and pay no attention to my fabric. Which one is cold? Which one is hot? I have no way of being able to distinguish on that level.
Posted by Gazelder Lufetarg at 8:24 AM