Bir Derenin Hikâyesi

“...And I, the calm observer of the stream and its wonders, as I dipped my hand into the wave, saw the view of the liquid surface endlessly.

I can change it like this. I move my hand randomly, and each movement of my hand changes the undulations of the variable cover.

tiring. Wrinkles, eddies, bubbles are shifting. Following the position of my arm, the entire pattern of the water flow is according to my will.

It varies. Those ripples that I saw forming before my eyes were being pushed downstream, other ripples.

I see that it is mixed with the rivers and, although it is getting weaker, it is still advancing towards the bend of the stream in detectable forms. my hand

Seeing all these wrinkles that match his thrust gives me a peaceful enthusiasm accompanied by a melancholy that I don't understand where it comes from.

It wakes up. The little ripples I set in motion on the water move from one wave to the next, to uncertain places, far away.

Likewise, every passionate thought, every firm word, every effort in the great struggle for justice and freedom,

and often unbeknownst to us, from one man to another, from one people to another, from the long road of past ages to the farthest future.

it echoes. But if I position myself from another point of view and consider the outcome of things from above, humanity

"The whole of its history is but an almost invisible wrinkle in the boundless sea of time..."