Pictures drawn in the sand
Children playing on the beach, carving simple pictures at the spur of their whim
Adults, drawing out maps to illustrate their plans
Artists wishing to show their work, using this media for reasons of their own
People guided by ritual for spiritual reasons
All of their marks fade away
Washed away by the sea, smoothed over by the wind
Some are sad to see the pictures go
Others realize that the impermanance of the forms is rather the point of it.
Old pictures go away
New ones are drawn
Again and again, the pictures in the sand constantly reform
The sand doesn't care
It always has been, it always will be, mutable and changing
Sand makes a great metaphor for life.
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