The Perfect Water

There once was a wise man that searched for the perfect water. He knew, once he found it, he would thirst no more. His journey began on the shoreline of a magnificent ocean where the waves played with and tickled his feet. Its beauty was tantalizing. Licking and lapping, giving and taking. Its possibilities were endless. The sun's brilliance reflected on the water's surface like a thousand glittering diamonds meant to be admired and adored. And so it was. Hundreds of other people had come to find the ocean as well. They, too, were looking for the perfect water. The competition was fierce. "Wow," he thought to himself, "so many people have come. Surely this is the perfect water. I will drink from it, and my thirst will be quenched."