In The Winds Voices Can Be Heard

Oceanic voyages create wonderful scenarios in which all sorts tricks, traps and wonderment occurs. It's never a lonely journey as life becomes something very different than the land dwellers. Life after life becomes something unique to one's own potentiality. In pursuing dreams, reality sets in and makes it's self known and then suddenly we yearn to understand the rules at play. Indeed, becoming adrift is apropos.

Listening is a skill best left to those whose curtain is worthy of peeking behind. The Universe presents itself and it is up to the 'individual' to diagnosis¹ and act accordingly. Though sirens may call it is up to those of fine distinguishment to confront and overcome their own boundaries of discernment. In the test of which time presents it is up to one's self to figure it all out. There is a game afoot and so the masses rush to buy their ticket of entry.

In commanding the seas one becomes the sea and as all else conforms the Universe sings in delight.

And then the curtain call comes.

The rest is up to us to do with it as we please.

Is it not pleasurable² to move on?