An Appeal to the Reckoner of SandTiffany Midge
â€” Archimedes set out to determine the number Â Â of grains of sand that fit into the universe. Â Â Dear Archimedes, there is so much to consider when you believe every grain of sand is a possible universe unto itself. Â Think of all the little gods who may or may not be asleep at the wheel, the hazards of creatures who forget to pray.Â Â Think of worlds that abandon their factories of gold for a more promising afterlife. Â Are they misguided, do you wonder? Â Think of all the others who will stayâ€” so many micro-kingdoms armored with pearls and bones. Â Archimedes, there are a thousand ways to listen to the rain. Just as there are a thousand ways to count your grains of sand. Â Tell me where the music of the rain travels after the twilight? Tell me the stories of beach glass, stars and water. Â Einstein said only two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity, and he wasnâ€™t sure about the former.Â Â Aristotle distinguished between the actual and the potential while Plato had two infinitiesâ€” Â the great and the small.Â Archimedes, where do you stand? And the heart?Â Where is the heart in all of this?Â Â Shakespeare wrote of infinite love, abstract yet true as salt.Â You must have some explanation.Â Â In a parallel world lay a parallel world.Â In a particle lay a particle.Â Within matter, matter.Â At sixteen my first love Â gave me a gift just a week before drowning.Â His gift?Â An hourglass: Â a world of time entombed in yellow sand.
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