A tired, defeated, and thirsty river was wandering through a dreadful, deserted desert in search of water. Her once-confident flowing voice had faded. Along the way, she saw no signs of life—no humans, no animals, not even birds on the riverbanks.
Suddenly, she noticed a vulture circling above her in the sky. Gathering all her remaining strength, the river asked,
“Brother Vulture, will I find life-giving water anywhere?”
The vulture laughed wickedly and replied,
“Sister, don’t ask about water. But at the next bend, you will surely find the
path to liberation.”
The river reached that bend. There stood a dry banyan tree. Hanging from one of its branches was a corpse. Beneath the tree lay a large pile of animal skulls. The river saw the vulture’s playful children jumping on the skulls, playing football.
That disturbing, terrifying scene drained the last drop of hope from the river’s soul. In that dreadful, lifeless desert, the river met her end. The vulture circling above calmly descended onto her lifeless body.
The river reached that bend. There stood a dry banyan tree. Hanging from one of its branches was a corpse. Beneath the tree lay a large pile of animal skulls. The river saw the vulture’s playful children jumping on the skulls, playing football.
That disturbing, terrifying scene drained the last drop of hope from the river’s soul. In that dreadful, lifeless desert, the river met her end. The vulture circling above calmly descended onto her lifeless body.
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