The make of the cast has a purpose. It sticks. And stays. Water on the other hand... fools the cast into thinking its done. And then it slips out... smiling in its own language. It does all it wants in the cast... rise up... splash out... stay quiet and meditate. And then... when the will demands... it slips out.
Heaven forbid the day it starts thinking the cast is it. The cast it is. So flow. Flow.
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