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All the rivers on our planet spring in the mountains and pour out in their estuaries into the oceans. The river stream is a metaphor of an inescapable imprisonment in the erosion processes, washing out, transformation and subsiding and then resumed raising of mountains from the sea beds.

This Sun cycle dancing, which lifts water vapours into clouds above the mountain ridges, which causes the refreshing rain, is the most beautiful, but sometimes also the most horrible, since people have been building villages, cities, streets, rails, airports. The radiation and the refraction of light, the polarisation of the sun light, causes the habitat at the bottom of the ocean of air, where all of us, without exception, breathe oxygen. Light is the generator of life. I am observing the whirlpools on the river Drava. Even looking at the cirrus clouds in the evening sky, I have an impression that water is whirling in the clouds too. I remember the sandy dunes of the Goa beaches, which I used to stroll. I keep asking myself why light can travel through glass and crystals?

Thanks God people are inquisitive. After all we live together to pave the path to the future.