Wasted time. Who decides? Life is an intangible dimension. As the waves roll upon one another, lapping the corroded shore, once boulders, now broken down into infinite minut pieces of what we call sand. The sand is in fact made up of millions of shells, glass and perhaps bones of lost life. I believe that we are comparable to these molecules that compilate "sand". So small. So delicate. So many. Like life or time the waves are in constant motion, no stopping once the life or wave has started. The moon is the life source of the water. The sun brings her golden beauty to energize. We bring life and death to both.
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Very well put. It's an interesting angle on what life is.I could see the sand, ocean, the sun & the moon. But mostly I saw the sands of life.
How true ! Thank you,even though the last line troubles me?!
If you have not read "The Writing of the God" by Jorge Louis Borges,you should.
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