The river flows without caution,
it turns and bends anyway it pleases.
Over time it changes its mind and decides
to turn left a bit here and right a bit there.
Over time its curves become more pronounced
till failure, and then it charts a new path through the land.
Over time it loops and twists and cuts
and takes new shapes and new routes,
but in the end it is still the same river and no one disagrees,
only thankful that it flows.