II. Transmutation

One can float unconsciously through days and years in a dull imitation of life. Imagine a branch drifting on the open sea, taking in the sun’s penetrating rays. The branch, stripped of its original color and texture, more resembles bone. Not living bone that nourishes the soul, but bone of the long lost. Porous and drained of all marrow. The sun rises and sets as the remnant floats on the calm then stormy water, but little changes after its been separated from the tree that once gave it life. The water laps against the limb’s edges as if looking for new openings to pour itself into. Waves continue to rock the branch back and forth, perplexed by its lack of life, longing to give it purpose. Days and nights pass, but nothing of import happens. That is, nothing until one day, the sea, fed up with the branch decides to leave it along the shore. There, in the twilight, a man reaches down and lifts up the branch. A man who notices its beauty and transforms it into something new in a single moment. Creation.

That’s all it takes. A moment. Life is created, altered and taken way in a moment. This was such a moment.

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