Ducks in a pond

I tell this story in my Yoga class for holding on to "dead in the water " issues.
Two peaceful ducks in a serene pond floated upon the quiet currents with no worries of each other. Aware of the others presence, they both paid little attention of the closing distance between them. Such thoughts in a duck's mind could have been; " I see you over there, getting too close...", or " This is my space, duckie, back off!."
Once the distance became too short to ignore, the two ducks reached out and "touched" one another with fierce peckings, obnoxious  quacks and demonstrative flapping of wings. Then it all abruptly ended with one crescendo of wings extended full bredth and a gravity defying stand upon the water with their duck feet holding them high above the water's surface. They retreated to the opposite corners of the pond with one last , "in your face" quack. Then all was silent once again. Forgotten was the agressive  display a few seconds before. It just roled off their backs. Serenity returned as quickly as it left.
You decide the moral of the story...