River, Bridge or something else altogether

Nearly 4 years have passed now; much water must have flown under the bridge. The writer must have changed the written then is bound to change……..but wait “much water must have flown under the bridge”…….the bridge remains the same. So here is an interesting question now, am I the bridge?? or the river that flows underneath?? and it is of value to know clearly which one of it is me as the difference is drastic. Though subject to change both the bridge and the river are the rapidity of rate of change of one (the river) makes the other look almost changeless. So who am I? Am I the river of constantly and rapidly changing experiences? Or Am I the seemingly changeless observer (bridge) that is aware of all this as it is happening? Or Is this analogy of the river and bridge too insufficient to encompass the human condition?

Return to the beginning

But why come back to what was left unattended for four years? To be honest it is beyond the writer …….. He goes onto a certain trip... experiences something and comes back to reflect upon it in the form of a writing and suddenly life takes him up for another ride (“suddenly” is not an appropriate word and this entire line demands an explanation lengthy enough for a few posts, as it is suggestive of life being different from the living ….. but just to avoid swaying away from the core issue we would accept it as it is for now) and now while he is on the ride …….he is on the ride …..he is not reflecting about the ride…life anyways offers roller coaster type rides but with the only difference that unlike the roller coaster (and more like the bus or train) one does not get down where he got on ……it’s a different place. His vantage point has changed and with that in all probability he has changed??? Now he wants to explore ……… Explore what happened and this is different from reflection ….. Reflection has a fixed “Reflector” the one who is reflecting….. But this exploration is different …..it springs forth from uncertainty and delves into uncertainty it does not have any element of placid certainty of reflection …. It’s not that the writer conjures up a writing ……instead the writing is conjuring up what is called as a writer…..