Where am I in the Flood?

Here I am dreaming on.

A dry river bed waiting for the rains to come and to become alive again. Rains come and the flood of water surges down.

Have you ever watched water as is runs down a slope? How it seeks the shortest path and the following stream flows in behind?  There must be, at the ever-changing equilibrium point of the thrusting stream, just a few drops that become the pioneers of the surge, while the rest become part of the in-flowing flood.  Some get left behind and form edges and stationary pools.

There are leaders and there are those that follow, both being the necessities of the flood.

Leaders without followers soon dry up.

Followers without leaders become stagnant pools.

Leaders that beget only leaders become an elite.

Followers that beget only followers weaken the gene pool.

I resolve to live my life with God existentially - at the ever-changing equilibrium point of the thrusting stream.