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Quote: Forget injuries, never forget kindnesses. Confucius

A Water Fall is an awesome example of a supernaturally engineered portrait, captured by time and space, and displayed in a living masterful frame. It's inhuman but embraces a sight of wonderment; a sound that's 'forever hoped for'; a taste of 'peace unbroken' with nothing missing; a feeling 'undeniably enduring and soothing', and a 'to-die-for fragrance' of 'once upon a time'.                                                  

There is a beauty, crafted and hand-painted by the same fingers that formed me.  It's an ever-moving and massive flow of living waters.  Falling water, not to break or disintegrate, but divinely programmed to continue its flow to places far and wide with no place to hide.   

There is no moon-controlled wave after wave of high and low tides, and whoever decides can come along for the ride.  It speaks to longing and searching questions from deep within.  It utters shouts of inquisitions such as:  "O soul of mine, from whence cometh thou?"   "What and where is your source, O gentle soul?"  "And if the Water Falls have a source of origin and a point of destiny, does not indeed my soul also have a source of beginning?"  O indeed, the Water Falls answer 'Yes' to me, saying, "O yes, you like I, the Water Fall, are handmade by our Maker, and absolutely nothing can deny us of our final destiny.                                                                                                             

And so, I observe all of God's creation; and if I, like nature, continue saying 'Yes" to Him, all shall be forever well. Though our courses may toss and turn, our flows proceed.  I imagine a gentle creek bed evolving into a river, 
twisting and turning down-stream where it confluences with another river
and immortalizes its true identity and increases the power of its flow until reaching the edge of a cliff, where an expanse of earth is broken apart with an awaiting trench below.          

Below, a new assignment of creative genius begins as a turbine is turned by rushing waters providing fresh energy.  And new lights dispel the darkness.
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