In an explosive death of some distant star eons ago the molecular shrapnel that would one day coalesce and become the building blocks for the "dust" of life was shot into the vastness of space. In one miraculous moment the hand of the Creator took this extraordinary and mysterious "dust" and fashioned all that there ever was, is or will be. At that moment the miracle of creation commenced as time began to tick away. And to this day this miracle continues to unfold. I live inside this miracle. I am myself a miracle and all that I see and cannot see are miracles too. I need not travel far to see these remarkable events. I have witnessed countless miraculous moments in my own small brief lifetime. The birth of a child. The return of Spring. The universe in a grain of sand. These occurrences are everywhere. I need only to extend my vision to look beyond the obvious and the ordinary and to begin to see this underlying Power. My pedestrian viewpoints must be left behind. I must venture into territories where there are no maps. Such is the construct of Creation that nothing is wasted. Every atom is recycled. Every trace of energy is recharged. There is no true death, only change. The greatest fear of death is in it's apprehension believing that I will cease once I die. It is Death's ultimate deception. The wise and sagacious ancients feared not and wrote, "ashes to ashes, dust to dust". The very same "dust" that was propelled into the vastness of space when that long ago forgotten explosion occurred. So, as John Donne once said it will be "one short sleep past, we wake eternally, and death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die." visionary imagist "Joey"