At the last quake, these particles waved away all pretext of certainty and became again shrouded in mystery. In the final seconds before the ground shook beneath us, we had been admiring the precise clarity of our charts––and by extension, ourselves. An hour later, we looked back at those versions of ourselves as quaint and long ago, when these constant waves were given specks, neat and known.
Ha, never settle or assume anything! Great metaphorical piece.
Hah! Thank you, Chris : )