What a human question Am I the water flowing beneath your feet? Am I the mouth that gives birth to me? Am I the branches that reach into the sea, becoming something new? Am I the droplets that shape me, an ever-moving snake from the bird's eye? Am I the earth and the rocks under the water, the bed that gives me space to move? Am I the picture in your mind of a place that never changes, still in its meaningless movement?
Am I not all these things at once? Am I not the same as you, ever-changing and infinite?