I Toss Another Stone

You throw a rock into a pool. Watch the concentric ring slowly expand from its point of origin. Its curvature infinite. Shape pristine. And yet... there it dissipates at the subtle sternness of the wind. To blend with all the other blemishes on the surface of the stream. You try not to think at all, (is that not the reason you came?) but, of course, thoughts come nonetheless as "What does it all mean?" crawls into your ear, laying eggs inside your brain. You gaze into your distorted reflection, your reflection's eyes gaze back at the You that comes in three dimensions. And for just a moment (a brief recollection) a sudden calm washes over like a quiet rain that only announces its presence to the statue still. The pieces of the puzzle you've been forcing to fit, at long last, soften their edges, blurs their distinctions. As I toss another pebble into the stream yet again. Thinking to myself (as if to my Maker): Did God do the same? Throw a human into the world, watch it bounce, watch it skitter? As a thousand tiny circles unfurl into a million different contradictions. From the point of origin... ...expanding ever outwards. You can't help but wonder: Where does my ripple end, and yours begin? Can my splash linger on just a little longer than all the rest? Do I bow my head in despair as my wave already begins to flatten. Or hold my head high with these words held close to my chest: You did what you were supposed to. You tried your best. I know I'm supposed to be Your Image, Oh Lord, but am I also Your Reflection? Can I be the Servant to Your Will but also the Master of My Destiny (can my fate and free will not always exist in a constant state of competition?) Can I do the things you ask me too, or am I already doing whatever was ordained, since the day I bounced and skittered onto this earthly domain? I don't know if I have the truth, or if it's futile trying to tear the fiction from out of the reality. Is ignorance bliss, joy the aim? Or is not knowing the malady... I don't know these things, but I suppose there are a million others who are just the same. We think we are alone in this, but our common threads lie in our uncertainty. So let the world spin like it always has, don't question its trajectory but let the enigma be known. Be the Doer of Things but also watch yourself doing them as if from a distance. Watch God toss another human into the world. And I... ...I toss another stone.