I keep dreaming about the ocean. It spills over into my waking hours and fills up the cracks in between minutes; all liquid. I blame it on my coworker that told me about “blue water” a couple weeks back. Since then, I’ve thought about this concept often. This idea of pure water with no additives or preservatives; not even the animal pee you get with most “spring” water. Deep, cold, bracing; Blue. Depth creates the image. Depth shows water for what it truly is.
When the bottom falls out, things change. Life is like this. People are like this. The particulate that all those shallow currents play with disappears; stops obscuring everything. Far enough from shore, things become simple; reverting to their nature.
I think there is a small portion of humanity (the lost ones. The broken angels limping away from the crash sites in the history of the heart) that is looking for this; honesty, no matter how much it breaks you. There isn’t any bottom out there, in all that true blue, but at least you know what you are getting. You can see it.
If I go far enough, will I find something like that? Is it just waiting for me somewhere out there in the middle of the Ocean? Something true? Or, if I ever do make it out there, will I just drown?
=) You know, you talk about water here as the ultimate constant, cool and calm – remember that argument we had over the picture of the water-woman rock-man? Water, in its truest form (any element, really) is the ultimate in inconstant. The question you should be asking yourself is not whether you will drown if you ever find it, but whether or not it might choose to destroy you for the audacity of trying.
Whether it does or not, is it really the destination you seek, or the journey towards it?
Despite being followed by uninvited Solitude, Honesty seeks Wisdom.