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SOMETHING I KNOW I know Mother Earth wants us to hear her wisdom. She tells me God is watching and waiting for our enlightenment. She tells me the floods, firestorms, disease and pestilence are His signs that we're not paying attention. I know man thinks he is the master of his universe. I know he is wrong. I know we are but a speck of sand blowing across the dunes of infinity. I know our speck cannot plot another’s journey, yet drifts ever searching, often clinging to the grit of other sand specks for refuge from life’s storms. I know God is patient, yet longs for His Sand Sculpture to form into the Masterpiece only He can conceive. I know time is of no consequence to a sand pebble and that some are set on difficult paths, traversing raging oceans and rocky terrains, only to be delivered into the cavernous abyss of an incubus. I know that some sand pebbles float across the ivory dunes, sustained by the breath of enlightenment and renewal, transcendently evolving into glistening jewels, while lighting the path for others. I know that which we sometimes think is important, 'tis nothing more than the trivia of folly and takes us even further from our pebble’s path. But, one thing I absolutely do know is.... The course is ours alone to direct.
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