All water has a perfect memory and is forever trying to get back to where it was.
From: “The Site of Memory,” by Toni Morrison
It may be that when we no longer know what to do
we have come our real work,
and that when we no longer know which way to go
we have come to our real journey.
The mind that is not baffled is not employed.
The impeded stream is the one that sings.
“Our Real Work” by Wendell Berry (1983)