River, a moving landscape, has no fixity, moves from one place to the other, and takes the shape of the place where it flows.

River submerges into the sea, to become a part of humanity.

River is nature, as forests and mountains are, but river is not a forest or a mountain, it is not dense or sparse, it is deep or shallow, dry or flooded.

One doesn’t ride a mountain of life, or roams in the forest of life, one crosses the river of life.

Time is a river of passing events.

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