A myriad bubbles were floating on the surface of a stream. "What are you?" I cried to them as they drifted by. "I am a bubble of course" nearly a myriad bubbles answered, and there was surprise and indignation in their voices as they passed.

But, here and there, a lonely bubble answered, "We are this stream," and there was neither surprise nor indignation in their voices, but just a quiet certitude.

WEI WU WEI