a coastal guideline

in physics and as in philosophy, through a play of a word, an axiom of relativity.  Yes.  our world, as it is, a multitude of factors, countless, varying context after context.  so that when we stand at the shore, and/or look at the horizon, what we see is an end of our world, and a beginning of another.  perhaps that is why the end signals a beginning.  and what is a horizon but a point of meeting.  a line that as much as it divides, connects, two different worlds and perhaps more.  only the sea waves an ancient witness, tides crossing, touching, one world then another.

and the shell on a daughter's hand, a trace.  how time is a world and in a world itself, folded seventy times seven into a shell on her hand, into a grain of sand, a world of worlds beneath her feet.