The sandstone rock was once sand.
Now is rock and will be sand again.
The sandstone rock could also be a beach.
They are the same, only differant forms.
When I die, I will become sand….
And live on the beach untill I become something else.
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I had this little ditty come to me on a beach in mexico, looking at two small islands just off the coast. Watching the waves come and go, relaxing into my surroundings and just thinking. It was during this time I did alot of thinking about transition of our matter state. If all of us actually are just broken down forms of the same matter that started the universe in the often talked about big bang.
Just changing shape over and over….and then there is the soul.
