I am sitting near a fountain encircled with a pond, one third of which is already filled with water. A small stream of water is trickling down into the pond out of the pipe found in the middle, and I am wondering whether this flow of water will ever fill the remaining two third empty part of the pond, and how long that will ever take. I am sitting next to the pond reading, and I feel I am no different from that pond: Will I ever reach to that level of understanding where I will be fully contented with myself? How long does it take me to reach that height?
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