Those are my shoe prints below on the left, and the close up of the sand on the right.
Cool beans, right?
And speaking of sand through the hour glass...
Emily Dickinson said, "forever is composed of nows"; however, those "nows" give the illusion of permanence, when in fact -- as Dickinson points out in "We do not know the time we lose" -- the substance of each and every "now" is merely sand. Quick sand. Those slippery "nows" turn swiftly into "thens" as they take their "fundamental pace among the certainties." Forever is also composed of thens.
By Emily Dickinson:
We do not know the time we lose –
The awful moment is
And takes its fundamental place
Among the certainties –
A firm appearance still inflates
The card – the chance – the friend –
The spectre of solidities
Whose substances are sand –
Well, now. Doesn't that sound depressing. Perhaps we should turn to something a little more cheerful?
Dickinson also wrote this:
This World is not Conclusion.
A Species stands beyond –
Invisible, as Music –
But positive, as Sound –
And if that's not buoyant enough, here are videos of kittens: click HERE.
Things are seldom what they seem,
Skim milk masquerades as cream;
Highlows pass as patent leathers;
Jackdaws strut in peacock's feathers.
So they do.
Oh, by the way, the song ends as follows:
Tho' a mystic tone I/you borrow,
He will/I shall learn the truth with sorrow;
Here today and gone tomorrow.
Yes, I know.
That is so!