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LIKE SAND

Wednesday, February 17, 2021 - daily column #6671
 
 
Building edifices or relationships of any kind ought to be secured on sound foundations.
 
Or at least on logic-bound foundational principles.
 
Because rocks are immovable, everlasting, while sand might wash away with the next wave or be eroded by the next big blow.
 
Allegorical narratives instruct: build on rocks, not sand.
 
Or is that a delusion we’ve been preached?
 
Metaphoric genius is it not, that computer technology minutia is sand-based?
 
Silicon wafers, from that Silicon Valley, grains upon which microscopic circuits are etched. Sand cleverly facilitating instant access to any idea or fact, or fiction at the speed of a mouse clicking.
 
But life isn’t measured in clicks or sand.
 
It’s measured by our deeds, not our needs.
 
What we have in our short time – scarcely a century for we optimists, a short-term lease on a grain of sand. We should spend less time measuring our grains of sand to see whose is biggest or best, devote less time to sand envy, and more time getting wet on the beach.
 
Durable goods last, but we fleshy people are perishable, with best-before date – no matter what date with destiny we wish for, most of us will never be rich, or famous, or lauded for life-changing leadership.
 
At best, we’ll be remembered by a short-list of friends, colleagues, and family.
 
On the face of it all, nothing lasts.
 
Start with some sand; it’s a great foundation – beaches and riverbeds of the world built of it, and every bit of mortar and concrete slurry with water and sand, holding up magnificent structures, compacted over earth and sand.
 
And golf could not be golf without sand.
 

Reader feedback:
TEACHABLE MOMENTS
Or...neither maybe just need to express your desire/need clearer :) good luck, AG, Cancun, Mex.
TO SEE ME IS NOT TO KNOW ME
For me there can be a lot of assuming. If first contact is positive, I assume they have a lot of positive qualities and the same with first contact being negative. And, of course, each person is always in the midst of change. LH, Lethbridge, AB
MAKING TIME IS SELF-DECEPTION
We do have the freedom, choose what makes you happy first :), AG, Cancun, MEX

 


 
 


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