[A bit complicated, and he's trying to find words.]
Hard to describe. I suppose it's like...a pull. Something like a stream pulling you along. The ebbs and lows of life. You can turn your back to it. Or you can walk through it, and let it take you where it leads. Sometimes a flow can stagnate. But its unavoidable, in its own way.
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[A bit complicated, and he's trying to find words.]
Hard to describe. I suppose it's like...a pull. Something like a stream pulling you along. The ebbs and lows of life. You can turn your back to it. Or you can walk through it, and let it take you where it leads. Sometimes a flow can stagnate. But its unavoidable, in its own way.