It is said, the universe works a bit like a river. It is also said that rivers give out mutterings to those who listen.

Follow the river.

“By the side of the river he trotted as one trots, when very small, by the side of a man who keeps one spell-bound by exciting stories; and when tired at last, he sat on the bank, while the river still chattered on to him, a babbling procession of the best stories in the world, sent from the heart of the earth to be told at last to the insatiable sea.”

Kenneth Grahame, The Wind in the Willows

“Heraclitus says, you know, that all things move and nothing remains still, and he likens the universe to the current of a river, saying that you cannot step twice into the same stream.”

Plato, Cratylus

“‘Tis love’s old practice still to sooth you on

Till your disease gets strength, and till your

Strength is gone.

Rivers small fountains have, and yet we find

Vast seas, of those small fountain’d rivers join’d.”

Ovid, Remedia Amoris

“The river’s tent is broken: the last fingers of leaf

Clutch and sink into the wet bank. The wind

Crosses the brown land, unheard. The nymphs are departed.

Sweet Thames, run softly, till I end my song.”

T.S. Eliot, The Wasteland