As they sat on the floor of the ocean, the Child looked down at the different kind of fish in their various colors, she observed how the blue and the draw sperm whales swam through the area of the ocean beneath her; how the dolphins and porpoises joined in and seem to chatter as they swam in a reposed state of relaxation. The Child felt their inner peace: she was astounded.
"This is fun," the Child said to the Prophet. "I like sitting here."
"Yes, it is. A diversion is necessary, and what better place to have one than here," replied the Prophet.
"What's a diversion?" the Child asked.
"A resting spot where you divest yourself of your thoughts and let your mind rest."
"Isn't that harmful, Prophet. Doesn't it defeat my purpose of getting to my destination on time?"
The Prophet chuckled at the Child's conclusion.
"You're still impetuous, my child."
"And you are ignoring my questions again, my Prophet." the Child replied.
"My, aren't we smart today," the Prophet said, and he looked at her with a dangerous gleam in his eyes.
She knew that gleam and feared he would disappear and leave her alone again. He did, sometimes: Then she felt isolated on the big wide ocean, walking by herself.
"Why are you laughing at me, Prophet?"
"I'm not laughing at you. I never do. I'm dumbfounded."
"Dumbfounded at what Prophet?"
"At you, Child."
"But why are you dumbfounded at me? I don't understand."
"Because you've managed to turn a simple diversion designed for your pleasure into an hour of anguish for yourself."
"How did I do that, Prophet?"
"By not enjoying our little diversion and concentrating on the present, on what's happening now."
"But what about tomorrow? How can I relax and enjoy this diversion when I know that I have so many miles before me? It just doesn't make sense to me, Prophet."
"What were you thinking as you watch the mammals beneath you?"
"I dreamed I was one of them gliding through the ocean's water as I enjoyed the wind currents."
"How did you feel?"
"Happy, but––" she replied, and pondered whether she should continue.
"But what, Child."
"What has that got to do with my questions? You haven't answered any of them, and none of this makes sense."
"It doesn't have to make sense, Child. Rest your mind. Soon, you will be at another place that will demand your concentration and your strength. Rest today and enjoy your diversion. Tomorrow will come soon enough."
The child stretched herself out and lay with her face, facing the ocean floor. Two blue whales were playing with each other, and she laughed. Yes, she thought. Today, I'll rest: Maybe, this diversion is needful: Tomorrow will surely come.