"The new Siddhartha felt a deep love for this flowing water and decided that he would not leave it again so quickly."
From Siddhartha page 81, Hermann Hesse
Are we the flowing water or are we the rocks against and over which the water flows?
I am both.
One day I am immovable and determined, like the rock. Time and life must move around me, I stand firm and strong. But over time, the water eventually wears and shapes me, often without my recognition, until I crumble and am swept away by the water. The music of the water leaves its signature upon me, the song ever changing.
Another day I am the water. I flow with time, adapting and bending to the situation in order to find the path of least resistance. But the easiest path is not always the shortest or best path, and my way, while easy, is subject to the whims of the rocks.
Does the water become shaped by the rocks, or are the rocks shaped by the water flowing across, around, above them?