I start with the ocean: A little wave out there, feeling good...then it looks to its left, and there's a much bigger wave, strutting its stuff. Little wave is like Whoa...look at that! I am nothing compared to that one. But take a glass, fill it with the water of the little wave, and another glass filled with the water of the big wave...same water, one.
Then there's time. A second sitting there envying a minute who is wishing it were an hour who is in awe of a day who is intimidated by a week...through to the year catching a glimpse of an eon. I see that eon stretching out into infinity on a pinpoint. There. There is God as all the seconds, waves, grains of sand, seeds, larvae, embryos...One, we are one.
We are one, and each grain of sand unto the mother/father supreme of all mankind is God's imperfect messenger.
Get over it.
Get over it.
Thank you.
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