This is the place
where my ashes shall enter the ocean
between ferries and fishmongers.
This is the place
where my end will meet my beginning
from my bridge of eternity
to the infinite waters of immortality.
This is the place,
this humble and noble pier
that bows before every sunrise,
smiles into every sunset,
stands firm in the tides,
strong in the storms,
and knows that one day
it too shall yield,
not because it is weak,
but because it is inevitable.
This is the place
where my ashes enter the ocean
and my thoughts return
every day I am alive.
Each day, I get closer to the source of what is me, realizing, of course, that it points to a place that is simultaneously "not me."
Some say I’m venturing deeper into my mind. Others say I’m transcending self. Direction seems not to exist in this place. All I know is that my oasis now has a name. Cape Odd.
As my spirit wanders into Cape Odd, the rules that I grew up with lose gravity. I can still see them, even follow them at whim, but they no longer have a hold on me. I’m able to see that black and white doesn’t have to be so black and white.
Once I reach Cape Odd, I’m able to see that truth is almost always relative. “Conflicting” perspectives become equally true, and anything is possible. As I’m drawn to my sparkling source, fewer and fewer clouds color my perception.
I’m getting closer to my metaphorical river.
I can’t claim ownership of my ideas. These things come to me (and through me) because the landscape of Cape Odd is wide open. I can combine thought molecules that have never been combined before because there are no physicists or psychologists telling me I can’t.
I'll send you a postcard.
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1 an odd man: strange, peculiar, weird, queer, funny, bizarre, abnormal, eccentric, unusual, unconventional, outlandish, quirky, zany; informal wacky, kooky, screwy, freaky, oddball, offbeat, off the wall, out there. ANTONYMS normal, conventional.
2 quite a few odd things had happened: strange, unusual, peculiar, funny, curious, bizarre, weird, uncanny, queer, outré, unexpected, unfamiliar, abnormal, atypical, anomalous, different, out of the ordinary, out of the way, exceptional, rare, extraordinary, remarkable, puzzling, mystifying, mysterious, perplexing, baffling, unaccountable, uncommon, irregular, singular, deviant, aberrant, freak, freakish; informal fishy, freaky. ANTONYMS ordinary, usual.
3 we have the odd drink together | he does odd jobs for friends: occasional, casual, irregular, isolated, random, sporadic, periodic; miscellaneous, various, varied, sundry. ANTONYMS regular, scheduled.
4 odd socks: mismatched, unmatched, unpaired; single, lone, solitary, extra, surplus, leftover, remaining.
5 when you’ve got an odd ten minutes, stop by my office: spare, free, available, unoccupied; between appointments, between engagements.
odd man out no matter what our group planned to do over school vacations, Cassidy was always odd man out: outsider, exception, oddity, nonconformist, maverick, individualist, misfit, fish out of water, square peg in a round hole.