I am fortunate to live near the Chesapeake Bay and Ocean. One beach I love to hike is rarely crowded. This stretch of sand provides a little exercise and a few hours of the natural sounds of lapping wavelets and chattering sea birds. This setting also allows my imagination a good work out. Today was a glorious day to breath the sea air and ponder that great "final lap" we're all traversing.
Consider the tiny shards of sea glass which I love to collect.
These colored pieces were born as a molten mix of sand and oxides. Shaped by the ancient trade of glass blowing or in modern kilns, glass vessels of various colors and shapes were fabricated. These were used to hold beverages, medicines, foods, chemicals, and other commodities. After use these containers were discarded into the sea. Smashing and tumbling along the sea's bottom the bottles and jars shattered. The sharp pieces of glass spent years, decades, possibly centuries, rolling along the oceans floor. In the tidal ebb and flow the sharp edges were gently smoothed by the sand. Finally, these small relics were washed ashore. Left alone these pieces of glass, buffeted by winds, slowly dissolved again to sand granules.
I wonder if these inert bits of flotsam so neatly sent back to their place of origin mean anything beyond the obvious. Dust to dust - sand to sand.
Is it possible that a Supreme Force, beyond our comprehension, designed this wonderful recycling of sand grains ? Could this God of the Universe have another existence for us beyond our mortality ? However, since we have the unique thinking ability to wander, beyond the course of everything else in nature, do we get another time beyond our " final lap" ?
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