I used to live by the Heathcote river, it's a thrilling sight to see the ducks winging up or down the river weaving through the Willow trees, in a convoy in the morning light as water streams from the Willow fronds hanging down into the river surface, quacking to each other as they go, only feet above the surface of the water following the path of the river.
When you are on the river banks there are parts of the stream where you can be looking down on the ducks as they zoom through. The vortex from their wings disturbing the water into splashes, sometimes they land with a huge speeding wash of water and come to a standstill quacking loudly.
When you are on the river banks there are parts of the stream where you can be looking down on the ducks as they zoom through. The vortex from their wings disturbing the water into splashes, sometimes they land with a huge speeding wash of water and come to a standstill quacking loudly.
It's not the least charm of a theory that it is refutable. The hundred-times-refuted theory of "free will" owes its persistence to this charm alone; some one is always appearing who feels himself strong enough to refute it - Friedrich Nietzsche