Long ago in my early days as KUL pupil, around my tenth year of life I discover that my idea that water flows inland from the sea into the mountains is not true. With no doubt any difficulty, I am convinced that the movement is taking place in the opposite direction. It probably puts in a similar landslide to people who learn that the earth is not flat.
The water springs from a hole or crevice in the rocky matter of a mountain or hill, so I imagine being directed down as a thin whirlwind by the attraction of the earth, while the stream becomes wider and wider and like a stream crawls deeper and deeper down. However, a first turning point takes place, the stream turns into a river, at first even narrow, but all the more wider and even wider, faster and faster taking more place, so that perhaps here and there a bit of bank calvaries or a young tree is sacrificed and uprooted.
Arrived in the flat land and now so unbridgeable that a span must be built to move across the river to the other bank, there is also the danger that this free carefree flow of water will be channeled for the benefit of the residents and or the industry that takes place around the river.
I can feel the joy of the water when, after a long journey, it finally reaches the sea and can flow there to enter into the greater violent whole and eventually participate in an ocean of water. To evaporate afterwards and pull away like rain.
At the moment I am on my way as KUL in the opposite direction. After soaking me out of a lake, where it evaporates somewhat more noticeably, broke and where only mud remains I now flow, albeit in some bed, but unsurprised by the flat land towards the mountain, which means the provisional end of my journey. It's better half-way over the whole thing. Undoubtedly I will arrive there after an undetermined period of time vaporize and ascend to return from a crack in human matter. So be it, it is no different, it is how nature manifests in everything.
