The night came and went without notice or event. The main event had already happened in all its austere, harsh cruelty. The night didn't offer relief. It just came. It was symbolic of the main event - the time of day when nothing good happens.
It is at the end of something straining that the body craves water. It needs the liquid of rejuvenation. So does the soul after an event that drains the source of its energy and reason for being. But, after this main event there was no more energy, only a wellspring of reliance that the big picture was in the hands of someone who might know what he is doing. Fireworks didn't go off. Pictures of water on the wall were not there to look at. No arguments happened. No big scene with someone shaking a fist at the sky in rage. There was just that empty pit in the stomach that "knew" no answer on earth would suffice, but that the picture of the main event somehow rested in a bigger picture, the pattern of which I was not privileged to see.
The Master's words about water that is a wellspring from within a person that leads to a life that does not end is true. I'm a little different in the way I want to arrange my values, but the wellspring was there, still is there.
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