A myriad bubbles were floating on the surface of a stream.
'What are you?' I cried to them as they drifted by.
'I am a bubble, of course' nearly a myriad bubbles answered,
and there was surprise and indignation in their voices as they passed.
But, here and there, a lone bubble answered,
'We are this stream', and there was neither surprise nor indignation in their voices,
but just a quiet certitude.

Wei Wu Wei