I love rivers. With all respect to ponds, pools, lakes, and oceans, I love being by a river the most. Landlocked on two sides, it’s still a continuum of water that chuckles as it moves and brings down the heat in summer. My rivers are peaceful most of the time but the last thing they are is boring, not only because they hold so much life but they seem to be living creatures themselves. I guess I see life as a river. More than anything, all rivers are made up of water, great googolplexes of H2O molecules, all moving in the same direction. Some of the droplets came up from underground springs, some fell into place with a rainfall, but the source isn’t what’s important here. What’s important is that once those droplets meet up it’s hard to tell one from another and they impact each other. It may be on a scale too small for us to see but the molecules of water bump against each other on the way to their common destination. And each encounter changes the path of each droplet, however minutely. I think all life is like that. Our lives are continually changed every day by…