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Jocelyn Millis's avatar

I often look at the river and think that it’s water always moving by but not the same water ever - so what is it that we are naming when we call it the river?

It’s strange when it covers in ice in January and the flow goes deep. It’s rushing and fast in June when snow melt rushes from the mountains. It’s lazy and great for tubing on in August just before harvest. It’s choppy and cold as fall folds into November. But the water is always moving never the same every time I walk along it.

One day I was walking on a path and a young man wearing a swimsuit took a run from his patio right in front of me. He was in the river and swimming in an instant just like e’d merged with the water flowing by. He swam with the current out of my view like a Merman returning to the waves.

We are part of the flow too.🙏

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Dr Priyanka Upadhyai's avatar

This reminded me of my seven-year-old getting worked up because a poem in her English class mentions a rainbow from earth to heaven; she was perplexed and agitated that heaven was even there—something that she believes doesn't exist. She is heavily influenced by our atheist-leaning beliefs, especially that of my husband, who believes God is probability; he is a mathematical biologist.

God is a mirror of our mind, isn't it?

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