Imagine a scintillating crystal... there are countless facets... billions of them, even. From where you stand, what patterns of light and color does the crystal cast into your vision? As you gaze into the crystal, become aware of eyes that are not your own, eyes that receive the same light from the same crystal...
but not the same experience!
It is all a matter of the angles.
Think of that the next time you try to use "I don't understand" as a reason for fear or hardness of heart.
If you have visited Strand, then you have learned about leaning and rubbing. I love Dennis dearly, but sometimes he baffles me. (You too? Don't worry. He's just brilliant.) Well, a few days ago, I started to understand the concept of rubbing.
No, nothing nasty. My host doesn't allow that kind of thing, you dirty-minded surfer! *gryn*
I once had a rock polisher.
(Well goodie goodie for me!)
What you did was you put in all these rocks that were supposedly semiprecious stones and you threw in some polishing grit (lots of it, as I remember) and some water and you let the thing turn and churn and rumble for a long, long time.
And after eons and eons (or so it seemed) of all that...
After all the pebbles had been thrown against the walls of their little red cylindrical world, been thrust up against each other until all their bumps and snags and rough edges had been worn down by the bumps and snags and rough edges of the other pebbles...
To my childish astonishment they had become...
...
...
...
gems!
Ever heard that song by Jewel that says, "We are everyday angels?" Ever heard that Bible passage that says, "Let your light so shine...?" Ever wondered why we're here in this Universe?
I don't pretend to know the mind of the One who made us. But I suspect we're here for a reason.
You are here for a reason...
Perhaps an infinite potential existing before Time was relevant began to explore Itself...
Every possibility...
Every ramification...
Every permutation...
and you are one of them...
the one and only one of you...
the right shape in the right place at the right time...
the perfect note in the symphony, the perfect spice in the sauce, just the exact hue the Creator needs for the Big Picture right
now.
Written in 1998. Copyright January 14, 2000.