A Blip of Time, a Moving Wave

A Blip of Time, a Moving Wave

 

Whenever you see anything, you're seeing a snapshot of an energetic continuum.

Take your favorite coffee mug.  Where'd it come from?  Maybe it was made by an old woman on the beaches of Myanmar out of molded clay.  That clay once existed naturally as a layer of sediment on the earth.  Before the woman arrived, there was no mug.  Before a baby is born, there is no person.  

That mug was once a part of the mythical.  It existed in communion with the great soup of the cosmos: the void.  But one day a woman had a vision and scooped up a clump of clay with her old, worn hands, sat down on her favorite sewn wicker chair and began to create.  Sculpting, molding, and sweating the beautiful little thing into existence.   

The old woman used her little painting kit: a crude wooden box with 2 brushes and some small circular containers of paint - only the essential colors - and mixed them as necessary.  Stroke by stroke the mug attained a level of vibrancy by her hand.  For a time it rested on her table as a useful piece of art.  How it came to warm your hands with your favorite coffee is the culmination of 1000 other lives and journeys, which for an instantaneous moment in time had some effect on the outcome of the present state of things.  

It's fun to think of everything in life existing as a fragment of a wave.  The journey from birth to death being a continual quest, and everything that we interact with - through our days and nights and dreams - is at some point along its own individual journey.  Our friends, our families, our pets, our gardens, our socks - hell, even this glass of water.  When you boil it down, nothing exists beyond the form of a wave.  

And though death is inevitable, and each wave will one day crash back down into the ocean where it came, it doesn't signify the end.  The end is really a return: a return back into that great vastness to be recycled back into existence once again in the future, to take some other form molded by some other hand.  They say matter cannot be created nor destroyed.  Therefore, the energy of every little aspect of our lives and bodies will send ripples through existence to be reborn anew.  How and why and when will forever remain a mystery.

 
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