The river of time

For a long time,  I have been throwing stones.  Skipping them across the river of time laid in front of me.  Each time a stone hits the river,  a ripple is sent into the fluidity of time.  Those ripples are small, and unable to cause the effect that I am trying to cause.  To the standard view,  I am not causing a change to the forward flow of time,  but ripples do not disappear. The more ripples I cause,  the more I see the ebb and  flow move in a different way.  What is astonishing is that I am not stopping them.  I am altering the outcomes.  Altering life as a whole,  for all involved. I am going to keep causing ripples, and I am not going to stop.