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Something About Sand
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There are several uses for sand. What would a concrete block be without sand? Sand, and its larger counterpart, gravel, is used for road construction. Bricks are made from sand. Sand is also used in the manufacture of roofing shingles, for ballast on railroads, and for filtering water.

A young, southern maiden digs silently in the sand at Myrtle Beach. Her image is reflected in the wet sand, as her feet sink into the soft surface. What must she be thinking as her nimble fingers search diligently for whatever it is she seeks? Maybe she thinks about the eons that have passed and that is required for sandstone to band together. Then she might be thinking of how long it took for wave upon wave to dismantle the sandstone for the resulting beach!

Is she thinking of a goal she cannot reach as a stone might have thought as it contemplated becoming many grains of sand or gravel? If she had researched sand she might have found out that a beach consists of small grains of quartz, mica, feldspar, silica, and muscovite, quartz being the more dominant part of a beach because of its durability. Quartz is very hard and can stand the rigors of being brought down to the ocean by rivers, as well as, the reworking by the incessant waves of most beaches. The sparkle on beaches is usually caused by the sun striking flakes of mica. Our goal is sometimes fragmented into many particles brought on by the influence of others, bad decisions, or stubbornness brought on by selfish motives. Are we just another grain of sand on the beach?

Before this young lady arises to leave, she once again surveys her surroundings. Her dress, wet from wading in the waves, clings to her legs. Her hair, red from her ancestry, glows warmly in the South Carolina sunshine. She contemplates deeply about her surroundings. What Being decided the number of the grains of sand on the beach? What does each grain represent? Do the grains of sand represent the quantity of the stars in the heavens? Do the grains of sand represent the number of humanity? She thinks, “Where do I fit in with nature’s program?”

 Whatever she decides for her life will undoubtedly please those for whom she hopes and loves. Her reflection, as a shadow, has blended with her actual being as she came down to the surface of the beach. It was marred slightly by her very being, but as the next huge waves begin to approach her position, her reflection becomes obliterated and disappears.

Mica is very thin and light and easily swept about by even the smallest wave. Will each of us, as flakes of mica, glow brightly in the sunlight for a season, but soon be swept out to sea to rest in some deep, dark oceanic cavern? If this earth is left in the hands of unscrupulous and greedy men, a deep, dark resting place could be a welcome relief!