A cow came to a stream. The stream said, drink of me. The cow walked away. The cow did not like being told what to do. The cow later drank from a pond. After the pond was upon the cow’s tongue, the pond said, you are now me. The cow walked away, thirst slaked, mind confused. When the cow laid down in a ditch, something normally against its instincts, a vulture came and ate from the cow’s ribs. The cow said, please stop eating me, I am yet alive. The vulture paused only briefly to say, if you do not drink of motion, your stagnation is slurped.