There often is a line drawn, or so people say…no one seems to realize that it is all in sand. Have you drawn in sand? I’m sure at some point, you’ve built at least a sand castle. Did you stay long enough to witness the end of your ‘kingdom’? The tide inexorably comes in, leaving us with nothing but a clean slate. Is it clean, though? We point and we insist that lines have been drawn, yet the tide will always wash it away, and we are left with no point of reference to show which side we voted for. Life is a series of choices that are only clear in the moment. When we look back, the tide has washed away the issue, and time has left only the consequence as a reminder that sometime, we stood somewhere and cried out, saying “This is that, and where isn’t as important as here“. To those who profess a philosophy, I give you your god: the waves of time. For that is the only surety, the only lasting impression we ever remember. And, it is a human invention.
The ocean is an empty fickle mistress…she draws out the souls of men. There is no victory over her, no safety. Only the thrill of challenging her, shouting defiance with all your might at all she throws at you….then looking upon the beauty she deigns to show you once her fury has subsided. It is for the small rare glimpse of this momentary beauty we throw ourselves at Nature and beg her to whore herself out to us, for a small while that we may see what She has created and revel in it. Why then, do we seek out the empty expanse of space, when we are surrounded by glory in abundance? Because men are simple empty headed creatures who care not for that which gives life, and only seek out Death in all His many varieties.