Wei Wu Wei

A myriad bubbles were floating on the surface of a stream.
- "What are you?" - I cried to them as they drifted by.

- "I am a bubble of course" - nearly all the bubbles answered
and there was surprise and indignation in their voices as they passed.
But here and there, a lonely bubble answered: "We are this stream"
with neither surprise nor indignation in their voices
but just a quiet certitude