Grains of Sand / Tiny / On the World's Huge Beach

That's Me. A very small, singular grain of sand, mixed in with millions of others, sometimes submerged and completely ignored by all living creatures, then and now. On a huge beach, I don't even know where.

It really doesn't matter. To even dwell on it for a moment is fruitless, frustrating. I once existed among other humans and, when that was over, THIS.

What would it have taken to have been noticed? To have had a different fate. On a nice day, with the sun shining and the tide out, I have been tempted to mull it over. But to what avail?

I did what I did when I was More, and, by some standards, enough to be noticed. Obviously not sufficient to keep me off this beach. Just here with all these other grains and an occasional pebble.

So, what does it take to escape this ignominy? Who are the lucky ones and what did they accomplish that the rest of us did not? What, if anything, did they have in common?

Let's see. In an attempt at chronological order: Noah, Abraham, Sargon the Great, the builders of the pyramids, Aristotle, his pupil, Alexander the Great, Julius Caesar, his nephew Caesar Augustus, the great Buddha, Siddhartha, Jesus of Nazareth, Saul of Tarsus, the prophet Mohammed, Genghis Khan, Charlemagne, Pope Gregory, Robin Hood, Leonardo Da Vinci, Copernicus and Galileo, Joan of Arc, St. Francis of Assisi, Rembrandt, Rudoph Valentino, Babe Ruth, Adolph Hitler, Mahatma Gandhi, Nelson Mandela and Mother Teresa, for starters.

Except for Jesus and Saul, most were well known during their lives, for good or for bad. Almost all had followers or helpers that continued their work after they passed on. To a man, or woman, they all had an impact on the course of history during their lifetime, and AFTER. Who amongst we grain of sand can say THAT?

The point is, even though they came from different walks of life and had very different "professions," they all had a profound impact on the course of history, as we know it today. The problem being that history is written by the victors, and survivors of major cataclysmic events, so, some of my fellow sand-mates may have been neglected, while others receiving lasting recognition should be here, with me.

I don't know why I'm going on like this, taking up your time with literary babble. Its all very depressing, but somewhat therapeutic. You know, trying to grasp what it's all about and how we got to this place.

Uh-oh. Better stop now.

Here comes the tiiiiiide!