Do not drink from the river, said the locals, and so you simply lean forward and watch. You can see your own curiosity reflected at you, a thousand pinpricks of memory lighting up the path. The river has eroded its shoreline and the bed stretches wide and flat. The weight of the thought is a moving thing, carving pathways into your neurons. You cannot see the other river bank.

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QUESTION:

What path will you carve for yourself in the days ahead?

 

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