10/13/2026
Water wouldn’t sound so beautiful
without stones in its path. Every strike, every foam, is a note
that only exists because something stands in the way.
Without an obstacle, it would be a smooth silence, a river running without saying anything.
But the stone isn’t the enemy: it’s what gives the water its voice.
And maybe we’re like that too, not for what flows through us, but for what stops us and makes us sound.