A myriad 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 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
by Wei Wu Wei
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