Some waters are deep and powerful, determined and relentless, effortlessly thrusting aside everything in their path. Others are pressed on every side, tortured and twisted in painful, cascading descents, sometimes frustrated behind seemingly impenetrable dams over which little trickles. But the silent, mighty river and the frantic, complaining creek are brothers destined for the same end. When the exhausted creek meets the river, he is relieved to surrender to it, to ride on the river’s back ever onward. Both run together toward the place where all waters join, and their identities are subsumed by the sea, in which they all find rest and unity.
None are mightier or weaker.
Nor do any hold greater importance or make a greater contribution to the sea; they all become one, and the memories of their journeys fade into the ocean’s depths.