A drop of water within it, actually. The drop, as a life, can go in a large number of different ways, each trajectory varying in distance, height, duration. As does each life.
On the way from being pushed out from the pipe to the moment of stillness upon landing, a life meets many others, changing with every influence, sometimes losing a small piece of itself or gaining a bit of others. Sometimes a drop grows, but it always loses energy.
The fall of a drop can create waves, marking the impact of its existence.
The course of a life is not preset from its inception, only one thing is certain. At one point it will lie with the lives that have passed for an eternity of tranquillity.
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