The Interface

There is water. There is the river bed. There is the river edge and there is the air. All interface with each other. At the interface is where the apparent disturbance occurs. At the interface is the vortex. This river knows only to flow toward the South. It passes no judgment about the rocks or shoreline or the air it touches. It flows. If at any time it sees turbulence, it suitably shifts, knowing its greater purpose. You can live life in solitude, minimizing interaction at the interfaces or you can see the orchestration of activity at the interfaces.