As there is one sun, there is one river that courses all our veins.
From The Soul Without the Story, one of 296 sayings written by John Sarris over thirty years.
From Alfred’s journal
The creek behind the Dunlap place is running high after three days of rain, and I spent most of the afternoon on the willow watching it take a dead branch downstream. Switch came and went twice. For years I thought of blood as the most private thing a body has, locked in, nobody else's business, which is the sort of thing you believe when you have not looked at a creek much. But the water in that branch was in a cloud last week and will be in a cloud again, and it does not become a different water for having passed through the willow's roots. As there is one sun, there is one river that courses all our veins. I do not know whether that is true of the sun either; there may be a great many suns and only the one looking at me.
He reads what you tell him and writes a page of his journal back, with a few of these chosen for you. It costs nothing and asks for nothing.
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More like it
- We do not stand on the surface of the earth, but on roots that go much deeper.
- No one receives the honor of breathing this air who has not prepared to move a mountain.
- The deepest root finds the purest water.
- The wind moves the trees, but what moves the wind?
- No amount of building bridges out will spare you the work of building a bridge in.
- When you know you are going home, you look for a road that leads home.