One thought

Contemplating a return to the quiet, the visual, the godlike. What the eye catches it doesn't typically hold long enough. There IS a universe in a grain of sand. Each one, each its own separate and unique amalgam of squirming life, explosions, tiny beaks spiking their way through broken shells, death, uproar, lovemaking, trees sweeping the air with their arms, and water in all its sinuous glory. Rivers, oceans, streams, springs welling up between rocks layered with decay; rain weeping its way along a downturned leaf.