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It was at that moment, standing at the full rise of the cliff, staring out at the endless nothingness of the ocean, that understanding came to me. Here, where the grey expanse of sea met the grey emptiness of the sky, where there existed no demarcation between the two, where all states became one, realisation stood out, stark and clear. The air around me twisted and twirled like an uncertain ballerina rehearsing pirouettes in the stillness of her solitude. It mingled with the spray as it leapt from the water settling on my face, hands and clothes – a fruitless reminder that all was one; that change begat change begat change until the circle was complete. And I realised then that all was a lie, a pointless dream thought up by forces intent only on prolonging our sense of isolation and confusion; our need for some fragment of belonging.
A step, one solitary step, either forwards or backwards, would have no effect on turning of the rock upon which we all stand. No ripples would be felt, no chain of events started which would lead to armageddon or to the rise of an Humanity built on love and compassion and empathy. A single step which, like countless others, would pass unnoticed. A single step.
chrisnelson61 
This is, a, definimg, moment in someone’s, life, and the next step that the individual takes, is vital! Backwards, toward life or, forward, toward, demise…
Thank you so much for your insightful comment. And yes, which way to go.
Much appreciated.
I can almost see that – one step… Really well done, Chris.
Thanks, Chris, I appreciate your comments and I’m pleased that this worked for you. Hope you’re doing well.
well done!
Thanks, Ogden, glad you liked this.