Thoughts are eternal and so are words. Nothing bounds them. They are swift, smooth and complete. They flow through ages, from fools and sages. Something that has been said before will be said again. Maybe this thought was provoked before. Maybe your next words will be said again. Words flow free just like the streams, no one really can predict their path. They never die and live through the different eras, waiting to be said again. Waiting to be felt again.