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Moros Marble


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I had this dream a few years ago. In it, a young man stood facing a town just on the horizon. His

eyes had a glint, and he had a small marble in his hand. With the flick of his finger, it went flying

towards the city. The marble flew at such high speeds that time itself seemed to stop. The

marble bounced off of buildings and light poles. It went through pipes, across fire hydrants, and

it flew by hundreds of cars. After crisscrossing the entire town, it came rolling back to the young

man right outside of town. The young man lifted the front of his boot as the marble approached

and then stomped his foot down as it stopped underneath it. The marble entered a hole at the

bottom of his shoe and came rolling out of his shirt sleeve and into his hand. Afterward, he

shoved his hand into his pocket and turned his back to the city. He began to walk away, a smile

on his face. As time returned to normal, the city collapsed under the force of several powerful

explosions and was consumed by flames.

Positives and negatives in our lives are at times the result of a series of events that began

somewhere within our blindspot; only seeing that which impacts us directly but not that which

births those things that shake our foundations. We spend our lives looking at the consequences

and not the cause of positives and negatives, and in doing this, we miss the face of Moros -

which, in Greek mythology, represents a fate one cannot avoid.


A big thanks to Midnight Philosopher for editing. You can check out his blog over  at, https://www.lionsandworms.com/?m=1 


Citation: Moros

<a href="https://greekgodsandgoddesses.net/gods/moros/">Moros: https://greekgodsandgoddesses.net</a> - Greek Gods & Goddesses, June 12, 2018

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