Water – a reflection of itself
H2O or HOH. Yes, that’s water.
The most common, useful, blessed, necessary, vital and, why not, sacred from all forms of the existence of the material on earth.
At a first sight, it is a chemical substance but, as an absolutely naughty and versatile material, it was thinking to wear many of its masks, being an active part of this universal life.
I love water in all forms, shapes, colors, moods, dimensions of its being. I adore until worship clouds, I breathe the salty breezes , I purify myself into the rain waters, I believe in the purity of the water that comes from the stone of the mountain, during of an early spring. I dissolve my philosophy of life in the water drop rising with sun on the raw grass, I do make my thoughts like Empedocles’s , I loan my movements from earth, fire, wood and metal just to become the fifth element. In water, my faith was blessed and my writings have been purified.
How not to love it?
Behind of knowing or not knowing anything about it, water has that mystical power of making you a part of a parallel Universe giving to you another measure of your Ego.
How smart or wise, the creator of Sherlock Holmes was, when he set into the logical thoughts of his literary character those surprising words: “From a drop of water, a logician could infer the possibility of an Atlantic or a Niagara without having seen or heard of one or the other” ?