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This week, I walked through time and places, and bumped into fountain-heads of erudition I had never seen in any class of learning. I came across a watercourse singing like a crooner. I listened to its reverberation, which deciphered: Every drop in a rivulet is like a cause warmly embracing its effect. I learned causality then.doaj:6c6064655b2d4f92924e965f8bcf2f8e fatcat:bnyaofn6rrhf7bhjj64vlhkv3m