Waves

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It was always the same. A never ending cycle, and there was no way that it would stop. The same start, middle, and end. It always started out calm, serene, like nothing was wrong, just the typical movement since it’s creation, whatever motion had started it. Then, there would be friction. Undertones, perhaps, or from above it would happen. There would be an increase, as it would swell, becoming more and more evident of the potential, and yet inevitable conflict. Then the clash would happen, the sparks would fly, the war would begin, and always it would end with a crash, leading to a shockwave, and then a silence. There would be peace again, as it would recede, but the peace never lasted long. Yes, this was how it had worked since as far as anyone could remember. It had always been the same actions, never changing.

Of course, this was how the earth worked, and it’s oceans were it’s majority, so it didn’t surprise Mango Kattan. A wave always had it’s rise and fall, usually calm from out at sea. Rarely was there conflict out in the ocean, unless there was a storm. Then the waves would swell, and begin to break, leading to more waves, then recede, and the process would happen again. It always happened, no matter what, at the sand. The wave was bound to break eventually, proving that it’s crash was inevitable. That was how the universe was created.

And yet…the same could be said not only about the ocean…

Mango nodded, sagely, as she stood up, and began to turn.

This was how the universe worked, in all it’s aspects. Everything would have a conflict, everything would have an end, and yet peace would remain for a short while, then conflict would rise again.

It happened everywhere, and until the universe was dead, that was how it would remain.