Obliged by even the smallest of stones, concentric circles can animate life long since stilled just below the water’s surface. This solitary event, this brief momentary disruption, can easily set in motion a reach unknowable, even as it reveals to us the absolute nothingness of this one, singular engagement.
We are, perhaps, not much different.
That which calls us back to life may well arise from small, seemingly inconsequential events, those which might then set us on a path either most reasonably to be feared, or most genuinely unexpected.
Yet accepted with grace unmerited, it is altogether possible that these moments, these ripples in time, must ultimately concede access to the scores of generations yet to be, even as we ourselves return swiftly to the earth