- "The current of the river swept silently over them all - young and old,
rich and poor, good and evil, the current going its own way, knowing
only its own crystal self.
- "Each creature in its own manner clung tightly to the twigs and rocks
of the river bottom, for clinging was their way of life, and resisting
the current what each had learned from birth.
- "But one creature said at last, 'I am tired of clinging. Though I cannot see
it with my eyes, I trust that the current knows where it is going. I shall
let go, and let it take me where it will. Clinging, I shall die of boredom.'
- "The other creatures laughed and said, 'Fool! Let go, and that current
you worship will throw you tumbled and smashed across the rocks, and you
will die quicker than boredom!'
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