Most of us are used to sorting things by size. And most things we experience are large. We process things like, "that's a tree," or, "that's the sky."
Today I held a hand full of sand as I sat on a beach. The beach is one of those large things that we deal with and we rarely meditate on the actual scale.
Holding this handful of sand I tried to process what was actually in my hand. Colors? Too many too count. In fact, I would say, I held an infinite variation in color in my hand from black to white to blue to orange to sparkly to flat, everything in between to everything not, it was all there. Grains? It was funny, every time I tried to focus on one grain, some infinitesimal movement, whether my hand or the wind, or myriad other things, would obscure it from me. I was looking at an infinite, shifting form that was impossible to comprehend or describe in detail.
Suddenly this little handful of sand became impossibly immense and I felt tiny.
I think that handful of sand sort of represents life. Something we generally take for granted as a beach, but when you really look at it and really think on it, it becomes infinitely beautiful and immeasurable in it's wonderful detail.
We really are living a miracle that is impossible to quantify, but we can experience it, and express gratitude.
Maybe that's the only grain of truth we need.