In Herman Melville’s classic "Moby Dick," the character Queequeg explains that his extensive tattoos are a part of his Maori culture, saying, “We tattoo what is sacred in our culture on ourselves”. A third of the population has taken it upon themselves (no pun intended) to permanently display what is important to them and what they value in life on their bodies.
I ponder this simple poem and wonder that we, as individuals, spend so much time focusing on the differences, while God may see only humanity. When do we release our need to see all that is wrong and take the time to celebrate all that is right?
At first glance these seem like simple questions, but beneath it is a deeper implication into our actions. We may want others to help us, we may want others to trust us, but we are reluctant to give these things to others.
When a water drop hits the surface of a pool we see it being absorbed by the surface and becoming a part of the greater pool. With the advent of extreme slow motion we see that the drop actually bounces a couple times to break the surface tension before it is able to be absorbed.