Stir the river

When my brothers and I talk about something controversial, I side with what I believe is true, just like anyone would do. I don’t base my decision up to the backdrop of human justice, or morality, because humanity is false. Humanity cannot be summed up by the words of rotting old men whose theories have been discovered and are so extreme; they have been adopted by our own generation for it’s new views. But when I argue, I do argue for the sake of arguing because what I believe should create a stir. If the river of life stayed the same we would cease being a river and turn into a lake. But it is the fact that we question and think that makes life the scenic river that we love to watch. Arguments are neither false nor right, for it is still an argument. Fact, fiction, one in the same. Your fact could be another mans fiction. Your God could be his source of fanciful laughter. If we were rocks, and life the river, would it not be right to go against the current to affect the rivers surface? Do you enjoy watching a stale lake where bloodsuckers bathe and spawn, opposed to the mossy rocks, and ruptured flow of a river, in which each current is different each time you stare at it? Life cannot be still, as a lake, for nothing changes in a lake. Each current in a river brings forth a new wave of water, a new piece of wood that will change the river’s surface. We must strive to be the stirrers of the rivers, or our ends will end up in the stale lake, which nothing moves, nothing changes and life is forever still.