MAKING WAVES
I would like you to envision yourself standing at the edge of a lake, where not a whisper of wind can be heard nor the breath of it felt on your skin. The surface of the water resembles a sheet of glass. In your hand, you hold a flat stone, ideal for the art of rock skimming. As you contemplate the act of tossing it in, you execute a flick of your wrist, releasing the stone to observe it gracefully leap across the water's surface. With each bounce, it generates a ripple, and then another, followed by several more, before the stone ultimately submerges, disappearing into the lake's depths. What you are left with, is an enchanting yet somewhat chaotic spectacle as the sun reflects upon the water, casting shimmering patterns upon the trees that embrace this serene landscape. Today I wish to share with you my reflections on the imagery you have just conjured within your mind. Let us begin by drawing some comparisons. The lake itself may be lik...