03-13-2017, 12:00 AM
Oh now, what has seesaw seen on the glistening surface of the sea?
So far he has seen that nursery rhymes hold myths.
So far he has seen that little children are taught to fear the witch.
So far he has seen what it costs to purchase a boat.
So far he has been lured by a treasure chest posing as a carrot.
So far he has learned to question not only others, but also the self.
So far he has torn at the last shreds of his identity.
This is not the Game of Thrones and we are not standing on the doorsteps of the House of Black and White.
There is no need to dispose of the self.
The faceless can still own their heart.
I am no sailor, merely a skilled storyteller.
Let me tell you a story.
Once upon a time,
a man set out to sea.
He knew not what he sought,
but he hoped it would bring him glee.
That man skimmed across the surface,
this sail was no different than any other,
as whether surrounded by others or not,
he was constantly only a shell.
He knew not where he went,
nor did he care where he ended.
The boat was his island,
and his island was set afloat.
The brave sailor set himself adrift,
As he knew where to find the answers,
he just did not know how to find the answers.
He sat on that surface,
lost and alone.
That water did not consume him.
That water waited.
Waited for that man,
to consume himself.
The cost of the shell is high.
The cost of the boat is higher.
The cost of living on land is highest.
The cost of diving for pearls is priceless.
That man chose how he wanted to live.
That man paid the price of his choice.
That man chose to become lost,
so that he could become found.
There are witches who inhabit shells.
The myth had a core of truth.
It is a shame no rhyme explained,
what those witches did while inhabiting shells.
Sometimes those witches,
lead sailors to an unseen rocky shores.
Sometimes those witches,
lead sailors to starvation.
Most often those witches,
lead sailors past the point of no return.
What does a sailor do when they are lost?
When they are surrounded by only the horizon?
Where they are left without a rudder?
Sailors cannot go up,
if they don't want to fly.
Sailors cannot find land,
if they don't want to navigate.
Sailors must then go down,
into the unknown.
It is why humans do not tread there.
It is why the sea is often used to symbolize mystery.
It is where the seers go to see,
the witches go to cast,
and energy goes to feed.
It is here where we go,
to disconnect from insanity,
to re-learn reality,
to re-birth the self.
How do seasoned sailors relate to other humans these days?
They don't.
That is a sad thought. I won't leave you with that. Instead, I will tell you that they sail back into shore on occasion. To barter for desirables. Sailors often use humans to as a reference point, to know where they are in time, if it is safe to come ashore or to remain at sea. Generally it is safest to remain at sea. The greatest predators are not the sharks, the wolves, or the witches. The greatest predator is man.
Why are there no nursery rhymes about man?
The shadow is ever present,
in every living thing.
The point is not to control the weather,
not to control the tides,
not to control the outcomes.
The point is to ...
The point is ...
The point ...
The ...
...
..
.
when we no longer have a point,
do we allow ourselves to become lost,
in order to become found.
Relating to humans is easy.
This too carries a cost.
How does one relate to the self?
This is cost is worth the payment.
So far he has seen that nursery rhymes hold myths.
So far he has seen that little children are taught to fear the witch.
So far he has seen what it costs to purchase a boat.
So far he has been lured by a treasure chest posing as a carrot.
So far he has learned to question not only others, but also the self.
So far he has torn at the last shreds of his identity.
This is not the Game of Thrones and we are not standing on the doorsteps of the House of Black and White.
There is no need to dispose of the self.
The faceless can still own their heart.
I am no sailor, merely a skilled storyteller.
Let me tell you a story.
Once upon a time,
a man set out to sea.
He knew not what he sought,
but he hoped it would bring him glee.
That man skimmed across the surface,
this sail was no different than any other,
as whether surrounded by others or not,
he was constantly only a shell.
He knew not where he went,
nor did he care where he ended.
The boat was his island,
and his island was set afloat.
The brave sailor set himself adrift,
As he knew where to find the answers,
he just did not know how to find the answers.
He sat on that surface,
lost and alone.
That water did not consume him.
That water waited.
Waited for that man,
to consume himself.
The cost of the shell is high.
The cost of the boat is higher.
The cost of living on land is highest.
The cost of diving for pearls is priceless.
That man chose how he wanted to live.
That man paid the price of his choice.
That man chose to become lost,
so that he could become found.
There are witches who inhabit shells.
The myth had a core of truth.
It is a shame no rhyme explained,
what those witches did while inhabiting shells.
Sometimes those witches,
lead sailors to an unseen rocky shores.
Sometimes those witches,
lead sailors to starvation.
Most often those witches,
lead sailors past the point of no return.
What does a sailor do when they are lost?
When they are surrounded by only the horizon?
Where they are left without a rudder?
Sailors cannot go up,
if they don't want to fly.
Sailors cannot find land,
if they don't want to navigate.
Sailors must then go down,
into the unknown.
It is why humans do not tread there.
It is why the sea is often used to symbolize mystery.
It is where the seers go to see,
the witches go to cast,
and energy goes to feed.
It is here where we go,
to disconnect from insanity,
to re-learn reality,
to re-birth the self.
How do seasoned sailors relate to other humans these days?
They don't.
That is a sad thought. I won't leave you with that. Instead, I will tell you that they sail back into shore on occasion. To barter for desirables. Sailors often use humans to as a reference point, to know where they are in time, if it is safe to come ashore or to remain at sea. Generally it is safest to remain at sea. The greatest predators are not the sharks, the wolves, or the witches. The greatest predator is man.
Why are there no nursery rhymes about man?
The shadow is ever present,
in every living thing.
The point is not to control the weather,
not to control the tides,
not to control the outcomes.
The point is to ...
The point is ...
The point ...
The ...
...
..
.
when we no longer have a point,
do we allow ourselves to become lost,
in order to become found.
Relating to humans is easy.
This too carries a cost.
How does one relate to the self?
This is cost is worth the payment.