Like the grains of sand on the beach of my mind . . .
Such are the dreams of the contemplative soul . . .
Staring to infinity
I stand at the junction betwixt water, earth, and sky. Here I stand and stake my claim on this new land. I count the grains of sand one at a time and come to know the meaning of infinity.
The quintillion's quintillion
My senses are washed in the spray of the sea and the breath of the sky. I taste the grit of the sands, and all is in balance.
The taste of adventure
The immensity of the world echoes around me as I stretch my mind to meet the limits of imagination.
Deep thoughts for a baby.
Finn, beach, July 2010.