The stones are beginning to show a path.
Once were random footholds in a river, now become a throughway for movement.
Instead of looking where to leap, there is only forward momentum.
But each stone can only fit with the other with the help of shape and boundary.
These corners and edges will lead to friction, and that is what keeps them together.
Spinning and circuling in time these stones will fit together when the bridge is needed.
But its only when the traveler has expressed his will to cross that the stones will align.
Then both the traveler and the stone have peace. One in motion, un-impeded, the other in stillness at the service of motion...
If the stones and the river were different, would the path be the same?
And who would the traveler be that set foot upon that stone?
The Individual Is Paramount
As Within So Above