Nature ever flows, stands never still.

Motion or change is her mode of existence.

The poetic eye sees in Man the Brother of the River and in Woman the Sister of the River.

Their life is always transitions.

Hard blockheads only drive nails all the time; forever . . . fixing.

Heroes do not fix, but flow, bend forward ever and invent a resource for every moment.

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