The metaphor

This book moves in waves of thoughts.
Just like the waves, it starts off by a small motus, it grows and flows into the peak wave that digs the bottom of the lagoon; then as a gift, it pours it back.
If at that time you are lucky enough to be on the water, you budge.
This essay is itself a metaphor.
Fm. Carolina Migli Bateson preamble.