I appreciate the metaphor of footsteps in sand. Subject to erasure, likely to be erased within a generation or two. No matter what steps we have taken in life, our footprints are indistinguishable from each other. We must therefore enjoy the stepping.
Mac, the crucial word is "foresworn" in the last stanza: ...but it is the foresworn path that is taking me to where I must go. It is in answer to Frost's "Road not taken." Foresworn, the past participle of forsworn, is an allusion to the denied or forbidden path. The footsteps in the sand will surely be erased but someone will always follow.
'The lone and level sands stretch far away'
Ozymandias. The monument to human hubris is irrelevance. In my case the forbidden path remains my fate.
I appreciate the metaphor of footsteps in sand. Subject to erasure, likely to be erased within a generation or two. No matter what steps we have taken in life, our footprints are indistinguishable from each other. We must therefore enjoy the stepping.
Mac, the crucial word is "foresworn" in the last stanza: ...but it is the foresworn path that is taking me to where I must go. It is in answer to Frost's "Road not taken." Foresworn, the past participle of forsworn, is an allusion to the denied or forbidden path. The footsteps in the sand will surely be erased but someone will always follow.
I’m not always a snark. I really am comforted by continuity. Sand of course evokes beach and desert. Both places make my concerns seem small.
That is a comforting thought.
I can tell you're not comforted.
Nice. It speaks to me personally.