A Devine Tragedy, Abnegation, Anxiety, Arrogance, automatons, beings, bowels, brothers, Brothers of Personnel, Capitulation, Captain, chariots, Cloistered, Corona, corsairs, Craps, creative man, Creativity, dark of night, Dice, doom, dungeons, Education, equines, Ever Onward, Failure, Frederich Nietzsche, Gluttony, Human bodies, labor, loathing, lust, Machinations, Mail Call, Mankind, measuring devices, Mess hall, Microcomputers, misery, money changers, Money Lenders, Mortared Walls, Nepotism, Originality, Overman, Panoptics, Passion, Perseverance, Personnel, Petier Bruegel the Elder, Pharisees, Phenomena, Poker, Pride, Priest of Personnel, repeated spasms, revelry, searching, Secret Society, seeking, Self Respect, Shylocks, sisters, sloth, smoke, Snake Eyes, spouses, sweat, tax collectors, tears, the body, The Horses, the mind, the seducer, The Seven Somambulists, The State, Time Clocks, Toil, tools, triumph, trumpets, truth, underman, vengeance, vipers, walking wounded, wisdom, Wrath, Zombie
Wishing mightily Fred closed his eyes and raised his arms as if on a cruciform. The breeze caught his cloak and made a web between his body and the upraised arms. The breeze escalated into a wind, the cloak billowed and Fred was lifted from his own feet.
As he sailed over the ocean his body was parallel to the water. Even though the sun was bright there was no reflection of it upon the water’s surface. The sea was clear, as if made of glass.
Fred spoke thus;
“O beautiful and magnetic Sea, what treasures You show to me. There is the Methuselah of the sea, a crustacean with a cloak of many colors. And there, over there, is the fish that never sees two sides to any story, the flounder. Look! The clawless lobster. Always the victim of others hunger. And a lion fish, ready to roar, flashing his fins. Not the toothless lion found in man but a real lion, ready to imbed his venomous dorsal into those threatening. There, there in the cave! The moray eel. Ugly to behold. Waiting to sink his bacteria laden teeth into any thing near. But yet an eel of power. An eel to avoid. You display your power and might O eel with a will.”
“Yes O great Sea. You have age, beauty and power in your grasp. You do not confuse any story with too many sides. You define black from white. Gray is not in your spectrum. But it is within man. You have great wisdom O magnetic Sea.”
Thus spoke Fred as he perused the depths.
Tomorrow: “On the Sea of Life”