One day, a young man went out and sat at the edge of a river and looked out over the water.
He looked out and saw how the water flowed from one side to the other, down the path, out in front of him, and up the way out of view. He saw how the water rippled with the touch of the wind and bounced quietly against the rocks below his feet. If he listened closely, and he did listen closely, as closely as he could, he could hear the sound of the water on the rocks.
This was a very distinct sound. It was subtle but ultimately present and very noticeable if one took the time to listen.
He sat there for a few minutes, just listening. He listened and he listened and the sound grew stronger. He knew the sound and as he listened, the sound grew to a great roar, louder than any other. He just sat there and listened and minutes turned to hours. Hours passed by and night fell though there he sat and listened to this sound.
Soon, the sound began to say things to him. Now a peep, then a whisper. He sat and listened all night as the stars floated above and the moon glowed bright in the dark sky.
Soon the sun came and rose up in the sky. Heat poured down and the boy just sat there, listening to the sound. Before long, he could hear the sun crackle in the sky. A fiery, burning sensation reached down to him and the giant flame in the sky blazed on.
Soon again, night fell and he heard the sound of the water on the rocks, clear as he had just the day before...
