“Constant climbed down from the fountain, stepping into the rims of bowls of ever-increasing sizes. When he got to the bottom, he was filled with a strong wish to see the fountain go. He thought of the crowd outside, how they, too, would enjoy seeing the fountain go. They would be enthralled – watching the teeny-weeny bowl at the tippy-tippy top brimming over into the next little bowl … and the next little bowl’s brimming over into the next bowl … and the next little bowl’s brimming over into the next bowl … and on and on and on, a rhapsody of brimming, each bowl singing its own merry water song.”
" We all believe we can choose our own path from among the many alternatives. But perhaps it is more accurate to say that we make the choice unconciously... But I don't mean this in the fatalistic sense; we're constantly making choices. With the breaths we take every day, with the expression in our eyes, with the daily actions we do over and over, we decide as though by instinct. And so some of us will inevitably find ourselves rolling around in a puddle on some roof in a strange place with a takeout katsudon in the middle of winter, looking up at the night sky, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
"We are, all of us, ephemeral things - beautiful lights that flicker and fade in the instant that we are born. But for all that the universe is dust and the ashes of extinguished flame, should we not therefore shine ever so brightly during the brief seconds that we can?"
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