The World In A Grain Of Sand

To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour. William Blake

Human existence on this planet traversing the cosmos is a fragile commodity. We exist in a framework of time, and if we struggle or are lucky enough, we make a difference in our sphere.

History never remembers the names of those who went about life living each day the best they could. It remembers the heroes and villains; the great politicians and leaders; the inventors and scientists; the religious founders and those adherents who influenced their societies; and those others who were able to forge their mark on history and countless lives.

However, the known and unknown will eventually stand on the shores of the cosmic ocean like their progenitors have over the countless ages of human existence. As their feet sink into the sand washed by the waves of time, they will remember their life on earth.

As they realize they stand on the sands of time, each world which they helped to create will testify of their legacy until their footprints are washed away by the tides of time. The wild flowers which they passed each day without a moment of thought will still grow and flourish.

Flowers are reminders of the lost Edenic paradise which survives in the memories of mists. To touch a flower is to remember that, like you, the flower is just a composition of atoms assembled to offer a momentary drop of joy to those who were fortunate enough to be in its presence.

How can a finite being appreciate infinity and beyond? Like the tale of Flatland where life was always two dimensional until a three-dimensional interloper decided to upset reality by introducing concepts and ideas which had no real meaning there and which challenged the traditional understanding of Flatland existence.

In many ways we are Flatlanders as we stand on the shores of the cosmic ocean. We are three-dimensional thinkers.

However, when we launch into the ocean with its vast array of secrets and mysteries, we cease to be three-dimensional. Perhaps, we retrograde to our origins—star stuff.

Star stuff will be picked up by the cosmic winds to eventually deposit it on the shores of eternity. What happens after that is as inscrutable as a black hole.

In the final waltz of life good-byes are tears of reality. In the brief interlude of sleep after we pass into the cosmic ocean, the sunrise of a new world will embrace our opening eyes, a new song will replace the earth chords which accompanied us on our mortal journey.

The old proverb that a journey of a thousand miles begins with one step will see its fulfillment in a cosmic journey without end. The music of the cosmic orchestra will always play our new song no matter where we travel in the vastness on the cosmic winds.

G. D. Williams © 2015

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