He was a man who remained immovable like the ocean, a man into whom all desires flowed without touching him even a little. She imagined him as an ocean into which the water flowed from all sides and yet remained at rest. A man of abiding wisdom. Although we see the water being absorbed by the sun in the form of clouds, it is not reduced in any way. Rain and floods flow into the ocean, but it does not expand.
Imagine a town with a nuclear powerplant close by. If its residents displayed signs of radiation sickness, the finger of suspicion will point towards the plants however much the plant's operator might swear to its safety. Mirroring a scenario where the town is also home to research centre where the radioactive material is also stored and used in experiments. Now the finger would waver between the nuclear plant and the research centre. Now to complicate things further, if the nuclear waste from both the plant and research centre was buried in an underground dump a fair distance away from the town, a third focus suspicion would arise. Those suspicion of the nuclear power industry would be convinced that the plant was the source of pollution. Little bits of circumstantial evidence would begin to circulate on social media as well as in the opinion columns of the newspaper pointing out to the power plant. The nuclear industry would fight back and accuse the research institute of causin...