The River – A Short Story


I am a river, winding my way to the sea…

Though obstacles arise to hinder me, nothing stops the motion; the perpetual motion, and with a certain inevitability, I reach my destination. Destination? What is REALLY meant by “destination?”

Like me, you, the observer, will roll on the through the illusion of the space/time continuum, and when you reach your destination, you will find that there is no such thing. There are only stops along the way; the way of timelessness. So, the only true destination is where you are now. This being the case, you are forever at your destination, therefore you are never lost.

I am a river, winding my way to the sea

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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