Thursday, 15 December 2011
Blog 39: The Sea of Existance
All of existence hangs below the twisted form of the ocean. Each of the endless whirlpools marks an entrance to one universe or another and between them winds a path that leads to all, treading water at the edge of each. My boat is the simplest of vehicles to travel between those submerged enclosures of being. Life exists in each without a concept of the others and in some minds will wonder about the fate of all. I am a soul of indecision. I cannot chose a universe, a galaxy, a world, a home beyond this endless window onto all that is.