I had uncooked oats with nonfat milk, a touch of natural peanut butter, and a dash of maple syrup with warm, but not hot, black coffee - my usual. The breeze devoured the quiet stillness of the morning calm. The lone star ate away at the immense darkness which threatened to engulf it. The surf took concentrically larger bites of the shoreline. And then there was the moon. Well, the moon didn't eat anything. Now that I think about it, the moon must have been too busy feeding all of us to have time to eat.
The persistent surf started the conversation at the table, really getting things rolling. The surf said, "The secret of a fulfilled life is never giving up and constantly crashing on despite whatever may drift your way." The windy breeze disagreed wholeheartedly and voiced as much saying, "That is preposterous. The secret of life is to be heard, to be felt, even if one cannot be seen." "No, no, no, no, NO," interrupted the star, "real purpose in life is to be seen. One should strive to shine so radiantly that others will look upon you and revel in your brilliance, your magnitude, and your beauty."
I began to notice that the moon had remained strangely quiet during this colorful debate. So I turned and asked for the moon's thoughts on the subject at hand.
"Life," said the moon slowly and deliberately, addressing no one in particular, "is simply about reflection."
