Existence is a river. flowing to a end that can not be imagined. You can dam it, reroute it, slow it, but the end is always there waiting. The force of the water pushing, regardless of what the fish in it believe. There is no thought behind it, just the inevitable pull constantly dragging onward Submitted by TechnoBlaze t3_ygp9qe on October 29, 2022 at 5:18 PM in Showerthoughts 6 comments 14
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