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"Heraclitus famously said : “No man can bathe in the same river twice”.

But what if we actually just never come ashore ? Don’t we just enter the stream of life and travel down this river through ever changing sceneries and horizons? Aren’t we just like crafty beavers reckoning with this force by trying to build stable and secure dams until the stream takes hold of us again? Busily and Naively Believing that one of those dams will be definitive and a shore of arrival is the qualm of human existence… And yet the stream always wins. As it must.

At least that’s what it felt like to me this …