Abundant life has appeared before me out of the miry waters. Where there was chaos and cloudy sight, new life has now emerged. Or was it already there, just waiting to be discovered, waiting to be revealed as the dust settled to the bottom? Amidst the rocks a dizzying swarm dances as they feed on the life-giving water. The truth is that most of them will die, yet life goes on for the rest. Those who pass will become food for those who remain, and those who remain must fight for their survival. Their world is encased in glass, the world of their brothers encased by eternity – a world the survivors could never fully discover. Who is to say who will live and who will die? For some, all that is known is the struggle for survival – and then nothing. For the others, the fight to live must continue, but is it in ignorance that the survivors live? Do they truly know the dangers they could face: teeth, tires, feet, and sun? Would that knowledge change the way they lived? Would they stay in their holes, bury themselves in their dens? Or would they live life to the fullest and feast on all that the Lord offers them? Who is to say? For right now they are tadpoles in a blender sitting in the sun. The top of the table on the deck is their home, and who is to say what will become of them?
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