A myriad of bubbles were floating on the surface of a stream.
'What are you?' I cried to them as they drifted by.
'I am a bubble, of course' nearly a myriad of bubbles answered,
and there was surprise and indignation in their voices as they passed.
But, here and there, a lonely bubble answered, 'We are this stream', and there was neither surprise nor indignation in their voices, but just a quiet certitude.
Ask the Awakened
Wei Wu Wei
