Baton down the hatches, cast off the mooring lines, and man the helm. The ship is heading to sea, with victuals stored and a mind to search it out, to seek out a share. The winds may blow, the waves may crash or be calm, but what eye has seen the sea so deep the surface appears black? So vast that the land becomes forgotten? Two things may come of a man on such a journey, either he will find himself, there in the depths and vastness or he will be eternally lost, crushed beneath the weight of his worries.
I have been to such a place, and felt complete for that brief moment. Though I was surrounded by people, I was alone (Alone with Everybody is the title to an album I enjoy). There was a serenity, a peace, and a purity of thought which I have been unable to duplicate. There were no shadows of consequence, just a man and his own thoughts, his own truths, and the shackles of his own creation.
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