Water, that strong white stuff, one of the four elemental mysteries, can be here seen at its origins. Like all profound mysteries, it is so simple that it frightens me. It wells from the rock, and flows away. For unnumbered years it has welled from the rock, and flowed away. It does nothing, absolutely nothing, but be itself.*
That’s how you’re going to fix the world – with your own gifts and talents.**
The words in my doodle are an adaptation of some found in Psalm 119.
The words we have inside us are really important for what follows. It’s why who we are can be more important than what we do because they lead us to a more primal contribution.
When we know who we are, we find our words, and our words guide us.