Every time I travel, I think about potholes because every two seconds, there’s one. And another one. And another one. Till you reach your destination. And then you take the potholes back to where you came from. What a joke.
You know how potholes happen? When you don’t respect water.
Water is soft, gentle and pliable. It takes the shape of the container you pour it into. It moves along the path should you create one for it. Water does not resist.
Until it does. Water is unyielding. It will take its time but if you cannot show it the respect it deserves, or abuse and bury it, it will cause cracks and potholes and sinkholes and take you with it. You will die. But water will live.
You can’t tame water. Water is patient beyond human lifespans. It will win. The best you can hope for is to work with it.
As humans, alive for less than a century, we become so arrogant. At least there’s art and we don’t always have to fuck around to find out. But even then our arrogance just shows up even in our expectations of karmic justice. Take David of the Bible.
What he did with Uriah's wife, and then to him, you think Uriah should do the same to him. Or someone else should sleep with his wife and kill him in fake battle. But no. David had so many wives. What would it have hurt him for Uriah or someone else to sleep with a wife of his?! No. What Karma did was take out the existing royal line – the princes killed each other. In the end, the adulterer's son became his heir. That's Karma bish.
Things like Karma and Water are beyond our human understanding. There’s something even otherworldly about them.
All these, by the way, are what potholes made me think about on a five-hour journey. I hate potholes. Even my Spotify can’t really save the journey.
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