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Rivers Born of Indelible Collisions

Rivers aren’t built for water, but water for making rivers.
Rivers aren’t made
but born
of the earth
which must give way
to the whims of water

They were not planned
Nor designed
But hewn
By the wayward
The unbridled
The indelible
The life giver
The source
Water is natures inevitability
The unguided architect
The directionless artist
Earth is the canvas
Water the sculpture
History the muse
The rock must give way
The earth must cave
Unbiased and unevulsed
I had it backwards, I though in order to live life I must plan for events before they occur, discerning my trajectory before life’s imposition affected my decision. I perceived and conceptualized my conclusion, thus reversely mapped the necessary steps required to preserve my construct. Yet, the conclusion holds no luster if the journey imprints no affect. Influence is the very nature of decision, judging your desires from the disjunctives that present themselves, rather than extrapolating the choice from theoretical disjunctives, from an inexperienced postulation. To live is to be and to be is to accept and experience, to be influenced, effected, aroused, controlled, intoxicated. It seems so heartless to read Proverbs everyday if my conclusions rob me of all feeling. I have cordoned myself from life for to long. I must live, experience, be influenced, touched, changed, grown. When two elements collide, both cease to exist in their original form, they both leave changed as a new and different version of themselves, perhaps some of one translated to the other, perhaps some of itself lost to the other, either way both have been indelibly imprinted with the experience forever. Regardless the moment the two elements intersected they forfeit themselves, never capable of being what they were before. Gone forever

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