I've heard it said
there are as many souls as grains of sand on a beach.
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The constant movement
of waves crashing on the beach grinds rock from large chunks, to pebbles and
eventually grains of sand. Each grain nestles amongst other pieces and moves
with the flow—sometimes shifting to another part of the coast, sometimes carted
away by humans or blown on the wind as part of a desert. As far as we know, the
grains don't think or feel.
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On the other hand, the
desire to survive and multiply governs humanity. With their different
characteristics, some want to dominate others or kill them while others seek
peace and harmony. Humans want to entertain, teach, heal, or occupy their mind,
or work for their family. We're not satisfied to allow outside forces to toss
us about amongst our fellows. Most of us strive to conquer some part of our
personality. Some aim for perfection and to reach a higher goal than simple existence.
One thing is certain, humankind
dies. Maybe their bones become grains of sand. Does our inner soul live on?
