The Frog That Stared Into the Void

In a quiet meadow under skies brushed with soft clouds, there lives a frog unlike any other. His name is Fogy.

Fogy isn’t a leaper of lily pads or a croaker of night songs. Instead, he prefers the warm stillness of his little stone hot spring, hidden in the hills. With half-lidded eyes and a face that rarely changes expression, he soaks away the hours while the world rushes by.

The truth is simple. Fogy’s wisdom is this: “The world is always rushing, but water is always flowing. Be like water—warm, steady, and unbothered.”