We came upon the ruins of an ancient temple and there in the courtyard was a well almost covered with vines. We lowered our bucket into the well and brought forth water from the depths. I served water to my companions and thereby began to claim a small niche among the keepers of the well. I t should not be surprising that we humans keep dreaming of water. Our planet is mostly water and so are we.
Human beings are an evolutionary device to make water portable and sometimes conscious.
And each day, moment by moment, we make choices to protect the well or taint it. To share its water freely or take it by force. To include strangers at our table or let them starve in the streets. And every night, the three sisters await our visit.