In so many ways the world seems to be getting smaller and smaller and with technology and the media and the constant feed of information from around the world, it feels like everything is happening in my own backyard. The weight of the world starts pressing in on me, suffocating me if I let it.
Taking in the expanse of the sea lifts that weight. Did you make the sea? God asks me. Do you keep the gulls in the air? Do you send the storms and waves to carve out the caves and rocks that, to you, have been here for eons and eons? All those problems you hear about have been going on for millenia and all the while these ancient bastions of rock and sea have been keeping vigil, unmoved by the problems of the world. Does the world seem to be falling apart to you? It has fallen apart before in the eyes of men and women whose only perspective is from their narrow fleeting view from their own lives.
But I live on, God says. I live on and it's not over until I say it's over. Look up! The sea is still deeper than any man has seen, the sky is still wider than any man can take in at one time, the trees are still older than any one man's lifetime, the rocks will still be here even if the entire world economy fails because I live on and nothing will bring me down. It's not over until I say it's over.
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