From a satellite, mountainous and rocky Arakaou in the Ténéré Desert in western Africa looks like an open black claw, and it contrasts with the tan sand dunes it seemingly is about to enclose. The sands, building into dunes more than 600 feet (200 meters) high, move closer to and into the rocky claw with each sweep of the wind. It is a slow-motion march to inclusion, each sand grain moving with the mass and unable to stop the push.
There’s a Claw of Arakaou in everyone’s life. It awaits the individual sand grains swept by the winds of philosophy, culture, politics, or theology. Because everyone is finite, movement toward the claw is inevitable. No one has enough energy or time to push back against the mass of similar grains in the four winds. Oh! You might escape one, two, or even three of the winds, but the fourth will pin you inside the claw.
(Pic from hangglider at http://artgroupsdfw.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/02/Paragliding-over-Arakaou-Niger.jpg )
(Pic from satellite at http://www.earth-3d.com/?eid=6400058_NE_HWLL_01&title=Arakaou-Niger )
There’s a Claw of Arakaou in everyone’s life. It awaits the individual sand grains swept by the winds of philosophy, culture, politics, or theology. Because everyone is finite, movement toward the claw is inevitable. No one has enough energy or time to push back against the mass of similar grains in the four winds. Oh! You might escape one, two, or even three of the winds, but the fourth will pin you inside the claw.
(Pic from hangglider at http://artgroupsdfw.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/02/Paragliding-over-Arakaou-Niger.jpg )
(Pic from satellite at http://www.earth-3d.com/?eid=6400058_NE_HWLL_01&title=Arakaou-Niger )
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