I got a call from a neighbor who said there was a milky plume flowing down the river.

My companion and I were alone with the stars: the misty river of the Milky Way flowing across the sky, the patterns of the constellations standing out bright and clear, a blazing planet low on the horizon.

You can never step into the same river; for new waters are always flowing on to you.

You cannot step twice into the same river; for other waters are continually flowing in.

You cannot step twice into the same river, for other waters are constantly flowing on.

We must all hear the universal call to like your neighbor as you like to be liked yourself.