Purpose.

I wet my lips in the current. Mountainous, deceptive, and guiding my vessel with uninhibited valor. It wound across and down so that my eyes could Laugh without obvious grief. The goddess of the River, so riveting and tall, rose with an invitation to gaze into the wonderlust soul of an unsuspecting vagabond.
And the Grooves and Crevices in his heart sparked a fire within me.