this movement

The surface of the ocean, flowing. Rolling,
and in the middle a paddle boarder. Waves
crashing at the shore. Two pigeons and the
flap of their wings. Change. Constantly the
world moves, things come to life and sing.
What song? Existence, being. For how long
does it go on? This movement. This flow. To
what end is it all destined; pulled and drawn?

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