Reflection

Thoughts and ideas flow water in a stream, but like everything in nature, they cannot be contained or controlled; instead, their flow is altered, and their direction is routed. How is not understood to the fullness of comprehension, but the effects can only reveal one thing about the person: that their mind is an infinite pool of resource as is their imagination, but the limits placed upon them ultimately determine their usefulness.

Why? I'm not sure, but for now, let these ideas flow, and for what their worth, let them be what they are meant to be: pure thought