Oh, yes, he wanted to learn from it, he wanted to listen to it. The man who grasped this water and its secrets, so it seemed, would also grasp a lot of other things, many secrets, all secrets.
But of the secrets of the river, he saw only one today: it seized his soul. He saw the water running and running, constantly running, and yet it was always there, was always and forever the same, and yet new every instant.
