The wind blew from the west one morning. The grain of sand next to it had a rounded top, so it fell just there and stayed on top for about a week. Because of its sharp edges an animal with muddy hooves tracked it half a mile east. There it fell and mixed in with decaying leaves. It remained an unseen spec in the dirt for a thousand years. A strong rain washed the hillside away and it eventually regained its place in the sun on the old beach.
Every grain of sand has some history. Every star in the sky as well. Everything we observe has been placed there and will be moved by countless billions of causes and affects. There is very little random in the Universe.
Sit up late at night. Look out upon the magnificent, contemplate the infinite, imagine the amazing and see the beauty.
Steve
8)
Every grain of sand has some history. Every star in the sky as well. Everything we observe has been placed there and will be moved by countless billions of causes and affects. There is very little random in the Universe.
Sit up late at night. Look out upon the magnificent, contemplate the infinite, imagine the amazing and see the beauty.
Steve
8)