Good Grief 314

The monk pondered...
https://www.blipfoto.com/entry/2305123241506638544

The monk pondered that there will be an equation for this kind of thing.
There will probably be a calculable point when the drop will drip (or, the drip will drop ... the monk pondered language too).
The monk pondered the bather curled up in hot water, head on knees, hands holding feet, gazing down.
The bather pondered why some bubbles don't come up to the surface, how water doesn't pass through skin, how tired she is, the bad misjudgement she made on the road coming home, the hot water from the kettle she mistakenly poured on her hand.
The monk and the bather pondered why there are no equations for the soul other than each is unique and without answer.
Much pointless pondering.