a world in a grain of sand

This week's reading "Water, air, fire, earth: the original fab four," has got me thinking a great deal about the nature of my existence. It is mind blowing to conceive that my physical being was conceived billions of years ago through a great cosmic explosion. The atoms in my body are ancient and older than time. Where did they come from? Did they come from another universe before the great bang? Afterwards, my atoms have travelled a vast distance for ten of billions of years to finally settle in a tiny solar system. And today, my physical constituent is no more complex than a throway cellphone.

But you know, there has to be more to us than a smattering of atoms delicately cobbled together. Is there? Is there a spark of nature or divinity within us? Are these atoms animated by the divine finger of the great Creator as beautifully depicted by Michelangelo in the Sistine Chapel? Is it because we think hence we are?

This wonderment has awakened me to the "wonders of daily living". Yes, I have a glimpse of what Blake was saying:

"To see a world in a grain of sand,

And a heaven in a wild flower,

Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,

And eternity in an hour."