TBI and i: The River (Life is a river, always moving)

A river has a beginning, a middle and an end. But that is not where it stops. It goes to the ocean, it turns to rain and falls back down to be the river again. It exists in all forms at all times. It is one entity, yet each part is rushing to be it's own thing and find it's own way at that moment.  Where are you? Where WERE you?  You know what I mean by that question.  But...and there always is...you aren't out of the river, nor did you reach the delta.  Time to get all explorery with our cool selves and jump in the river...