With a few exceptions, most creation stories, the world over, picture the planet as emerging from some form of water.  If you've ever stood on a beach, perhaps you can begin to see this.  So vast is the ocean, in breadth as well as depth (consider the over six mile deep Marinas Trench in the Pacific), that its scope boggles the imagination.  We may fly over it, we may dive into it, we may sail across it, but we have trouble comprehending just how enormous and expansive it is.  Its real measure staggers our senses.
     Moreover, not only does water appear in many creation stories, but in scores of myths about the afterlife as well.  Around the world, people have liked to imagine the next life as having, in some shape or form, water.  Water is present at the birth of the cosmos, and it is present at its end--and beyond.
     To wit, when we look at water, we are looking at an astonishingly remarkable fount of present vision and future imagination.  And do we not need both to enjoy the fullness of existence?
     How grand is God.