In
the quiet design of a single ant at work, I have come
of
age. There are unseen gears here which grind beyond
our
ability to hear. I have come to understand that my
legacy
has neither perceptibly enhanced nor deleteriously
disrupted
the Universal Decree of Orthodoxy. I shall leave
this
life as I entered, with my silent cries and a footprint no
larger
or impactful than a speck of dust. I do pray, however,
to
the Greatness of Creation, humbly entreating that every
culture
in goodness and gratitude thrive. And that a bountiful
Mother
Earth continues to provide, and in turn is honored
to
receive the grateful and rhythmic drumbeat of mankind’s
dancing
feet.
Chris
Hanch 8-10-17
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