Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world's great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs. I am haunted by waters.
Author: Norman Fitzroy Maclean
Source: A River Runs Through It

I am haunted by waters. Water touches our lives in so many ways as a blessing and as a curse. Before we are born we are entombed in water in the womb. When we are born we are placed in another womb where we have to find the water and its many meanings. Our very bodies are mostly water and all water is a side product of the birth of stars. As a star is born their is an outflow of gas and dust that in a shockwave thrusts itself into the others gas and dust and the result is the birth of water. Water is a the main element of earth and without water there is no life there. It is a central component of religion and spirtuality. It is said the nearer one is to water by ritual or in dreams the nearer one is to the divine consciousness. It flows and changes all it touches and carries away what ever it cleanses. It releases the darkness and poison in us when our tears flow. Its sounds many times soothe us but ofter frighten us when it rages during a storm or flood. When experiencing the endless forest I and others are drawn to the water. There is this need to hear it, to drink from the pond, and to listen to its sound. The rushing water from the stone mother figure is a comfort. The mother is big enough to entomb oneself in if needed. It is a place to stand and clear ones mind. The water cleanses us from unwanted spells or sometimes one just wants a start over cleansing and takes a dip in the pond. Occasionally like life I just fall in and am transformed. I am haunted by waters because I know to be touched by the waters is be be changed.