A creature of gravity & radiation, erosion is both a force & an insight. As the former, it dissolves or wears away the face of our earth by wind, by rain, by ice and by wave. Where we breed & crowd this globe, it moves elemental wealth from above to below. Mountains swell the fertile valleys with pregnant weatherings, and these same valleys disgorge the residuum of five kingdoms, darkening the heaving rivers that spill and stain blue seas with the color of "dead" soil.
Many that draw breath would agree: Time ablates. Time wears away youth; drains away the vigor of blood & of brain; unloosens & lets slip our very being to bob & twist & unfurl downstream (upon one of those famous rivers of death!)
so that finally, by Time's erosiveness, we, this slough of life, are swept out into the grinding sea.
It would appear stuff persists though always perishing; so what is permanence? What are the stanchions that bear the load of the bridge that spans the incessant flow of living & dying? A Planet! A Galaxy? A Universe? What manner of Olympian (slightly debauched, but immortal!) travels that way?
Here at the ranch, I encounter a venturing Deity each and every day. If thy life (and thy death!) is indeed a miracle, it is because of this. It is because of this that erosion itself is but a mode of its permanence.
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