Throughout human history, philosophers have looked to the wonders of our natural world for inspiration and wisdom.
For some, the grand majesty of snow-capped peaks hold lessons in humility and the insignificance of man, while others contemplate a deep forest and wonder how to parse the wood from the trees. Yet it is in rivers that I find the richest material for reflection, as their ability to support metaphor after metaphor appears limitless.
Take, as just one example, Quentin Chester’s column in this issue, ‘Streaming Lives’, in which he draws comparison between a person’s life and the movements of a river. This is a common theme, particularly among Western philosophers, who conceive of time’s passage to be like the inexorable flowing of a river, from source to sea.
When we…
