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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