I disagree. I disagree because as I watch the whitewater, the bells inside me ring wildly.
The lacey banners that crest the rocks are more than gilding. They make the river beautiful by bringing it alive. I especially love the exuberant white droplets flying up in bursts and bounces. Even though the current flows over the same rocks, the droplet patterns are always different. They are like the tracery of our lives. All is movement, all is change. The froth makes visible the ever-changing nature of the world and our lives. And it is helpful for me to remember that bumping over hard rocks makes the white joy fly upward.
So this is my best hope of eternity: ever-changing like the flying droplets, ever the same like the flowing river. Duality conquered.
And all this is brought to us by froth, thank you very much! So get thee to a river. Open a bottle of champagne beside it and celebrate each ephemeral bubble.
LORE OF THE BELL
Ephemeral effervescence makes the bells ring