I had a dream some nights ago. Following the blissful song of a winding river, I clambered from one rock to the next, with each bend of the course promising myself one more. Eventually I came to rest, dropping into a deep pool at the foot of a cheerful waterfall. With my back against a large rock and the gentle motion of a band of reeds by my side, I soon found my slumber.
Still dreaming, I woke the following morning to a show of refracting sunlight. After several minutes my eyes had adjusted to the day and I peered towards the water’s surface. ‘How wonderful,’ I thought ‘to see the world from within the river; how different it looks and how fortunate I am.’