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Before The Beginning... Drizzling down the mist appeared endless. On bended knees, chaffing from the rolled stones which were unlimited I saw each one different. I wondered what stories they could tell. They were grinding their way to becoming sand. And from there glass. And so I thought what a perfect endless story of life…from one form into another. Dust to dust to cosmic dust to form another life form. What if, I thought, I could capture all the house dust? House dust is human skin floating. Compress it. Breathe life into it. And….my mind wandered. I kept thinking where was God before all this? Is there a father, a mother, …? Is there no end to it all? |
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