By the bank in the lee of the large rock there was an eddy.  A small twig drifting in the eddy made observations on life.

“Observe how calm the water around me is,” he said, “how smooth yet with such a sweeping run!  Truly the nature of reality is grand.”

Then he hit a small ripple where the eddy flowed up over a submerged stone.  “Oh,” the twig cried, “the true nature of life is deceit and turbulence.  The apparent calm is just inexorably moving you towards the final truth of chaos and horror!”

Beside the eddy the big river placidly flowed.

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