On a sunny day, I was walking with my wife at the beach. It was a sandy beach and the sand was like powder. The wind was getting stronger and stronger, blowing from the ocean to the land. For the first time ever, I noticed that it caused the sand to transform itself into a sort of writing. Each sand corn was blown into its place for the writing to be seen. I added a picture of it below. The whole beach was like this and I just stood there, amazed by the way those forces leave their signs on earth.
I experienced the same with water when I went for a swim at the beach in Knysna and the writing was identical. It was beautiful! Like a symphony. It occurred to me an inscription on a lovely path in Sandbay, which stated:
“Listen, music composed by no one, played eternally!”
And right in front of it was the infinite ocean, and the waves crashing into the cliffs, creating sounds no human will ever be capable of. That being said, I’d like to end this with a quote:
“The wise men understood that this natural world is only an image and a copy of paradise. The existence of this world is simply a guarantee that there exists a world that is perfect. God created the world so that, through its visible objects, men could understand his spiritual teachings and the marvels of his wisdom.” The Alchemist by Paolo Coelho
South Africa
