Purification

There is a bench, between the Thames and the Tower of London, where one can witness the full beauty of the London Bridge. It is the essence of the word "bucolic." It holds the secrets of the universe. The truth's of mankind. It stores the knowledge of the human condition. Conrad would be proud. The (wo)man that witnesses this, at that time, is the universal genius. Thoughts are still. Breath is quiet. Life stands on end. The river ebbs and flows, bringing one in and out of consciousness. In and out of life. In and out of everything. You leave purified.