Water Under the Bridge

Hopefully, the water under your bridge flows freely like a river.

A stench can arise in stagnate water unless care is taken to maintain it.

Time is like the flowing river under a bridge.

It constantly moves in one direction.

When you look down the water is never the same.

Change is inevitable.

Bottles with notes are carried away.

You can watch it for a while, but never forever.

We do not have the vision of God.

We must accept there are forces beyond our human control.

We can run simulations in hopes of forecasting the future.

However, even the best simulations cannot possibly predict

All the factors in an open system.

We must be humble, and not imagine powers we do not have.

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Katherine J Krein

My name is Katherine J. Krein. I lost my father in June of 2013, and then I lost my mother in November of the same year. After they both died I went through a mind-warping number obsession that has taken me years to control. This is my story. It is now 2025. I still use this site to post some poems and thoughts. My obsession has faded, however, I still notice the numbers. Faith, hope, and love is what guides me now.

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