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Some years ago at Christian Seminary in Indy, I listened as my professor recounted the similar creation of a mandala by Tibetan monks What most caught my attention was the description of them sweeping up the sand and carrying it to the White River. Not long after I heard this story, the Dalai Lama came to Bloomington for a Kalachakra ceremony for peace. I attended the last day of the ceremony so I could see the mandala the monks had made and to be there as they swept up the sand and carried it to a nearby reservoir. Despite the difficulty seeing something so intricate and beautiful destroyed, there is something so "right" about taking the sand to the water, something that speaks to my heart and gives hope. It not only speaks to impermanence of life, but, also, to being part of something greater, more universal, eternal.