I noticed this stone in the river.
His wet side was facing upstream.
His dry side was facing downstream.
It was just sitting there.
You know, the regular stuff stones do.
Was it happy being what it is?
So what is he observing?
What is he pondering about?
Then it hit me.
The stone was trying to figure out something.
He was looking for an answer to a question of the utmost importance.
An answer that would make him realize.
The question was simple:
How to make his dry side, wet?