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Once upon a time, a throw-away soul was brought to waters where there is rest.

The Sweet Fresh Water fountain welcomed him enthusiastically with a song. He brought his song to the ears of the tired, thirsty, poor pilgrim.

Rippling, the Clear Water Source sang: Come to my Cool Living Waters, yes, come and drink and enjoy, to again and again get your fill of Me. Look, My Water is for free and you can drink thereof as much as you like.

The neglected soul now jumped enthusiastically into the Cool Water and the blessings thereof. In surrender he totally sank into the blissful, joyful depths thereof. With his thirst quickly quenched and soon well fed, in haughtiness this soul again began to think much of himself.

Soon it found the Life-giving Fountain very boring. It suspected the exploited water source to be everything that is stupid and backwards. Yes, because the bright lights of the world shone so invitingly in the distance, to beckon him closer.

Now that his belly was full, to the pilgrim the Sweet Water of the Fountain began to stink as inferior. Without blinking a tear, the human thought, it is now time to live, to work, to play and to gallivant.

Without ceremony the rested human bid farewell to the Friendly Water Source with a mocking song. Jokingly he sang: Oh little fountain, of your water I will never drink again. Dancing over the horizon, the new world-citizen disappeared, following after the world’s call and illusion-light.

But in the many sorrows of life, this poor soul soon drowned. So, he was again just brought back to his old, lost state. In the gutters of the world he suffered. Dirty, neglected, crushed and mutilated. Yes, he sank back deeply into the depths of his own hell again.

Homesick, he thought of the Friendly, Clear Water Source. Wishing he could once more pour himself just a single cup of the Cool, Living Water. But in the mirage of his dreams, the Little Fountain was just a faraway thought, never to be found as reality again.

But in the chorus of the lost soul’s song, his own words resounded in eternal repetition in his own ears. Yes, with the words saying: Oh Little Fountain, due to my own actions and stupid words, I can never again drink of your Sweet Life-giving Water.