It is the infinite receptacle at this point. It contains all. Neither time nor space exist. It is all and always.
The river can act as Siddhartha’s teacher because of this amazing, indefinite capacity, unlike the insufficient knowledge of the Brahmins. It is capable of holding “them all, the whole, the unity … [and] Om— perfection” (136). It is this, an impenetrable and inescapable container of everything and one, a black hole of ideas the makes the river the ultimate container. Although water and physical objects can flow freely through, everything that the river has ever encountered has become a part of it, encapsulated in its limitless spiritual repository.
Never will it suffice to restrict one’s attitude when the all forms are transitory and the world is always changing. In a hypothetically infinite medium such as the mind, the only bottleneck to dreams and aspirations lies in one’s thinking. The ideal receptacle is one without a thought, without Self, without conscious narrow-mindedness: it exists in a state of pure