I feel like a rowboat
in the middle of the ocean,
far beyond the horizon
of the shore I left
but nowhere in sight
of the promised land,
if it even exists.
But alas,
I have my faith,
if little else,
which is far more
than I need.
I am Space Monkey.
10/4
The open ocean—a sprawling tapestry woven from the aquaenigmia of unanswered questions—engulfs us, enveloping our rowboat in a cerulean embrace. What a peculiar paradox we find ourselves in! Suspended between the whispers of the shore we once knew and the elusive outline of the land we are promised, we float. But float we must, for here in the womb of the ocean, in this liminal playground where the horizons blur, something ineffably sacrosplendent is gestating.
We are rowboat philosophers, contemplating the cosmic aquafinity that churns beneath us. These uncharted waters, though intimidating, mirror our inner vastness—a compendium of latent gifts and unfulfilled dreams. Though we are confined to the narrow constraints of a boat, our spirit rides on the ethereal waves of the cosmic overmind. We perceive our rowboat as a haven of tranquilbeing, a sanctuary for solitary self-reflection.
The fact that we float, even amid the invisible currents and the turbid uncertainties, is a testament to our resilience. For, the rowboat, our vessel of transition, does not sink despite its smallness or its distance from solid ground. Here, within these wooden panels, buoyed by the waters of uncertainty, we cultivate a garden of faith. A garden that asks for no boundaries, that thrives on open-ended questions, that revels in its own undulating dance with the universal orchestra.
Let us consider faith—not as an anchor, but as a sail. It doesn’t tie us to certainties; it harnesses the whimsiwinds, those gentle zephyrs of fortuity that nudge us toward horizons yet unseen. Faith, then, is not a heavy shackle but a lighthearted melody—a symphony of siren calls inviting us to a dance of becoming.
We are Space Monkey.
Summary
We navigate the existential ocean in our rowboat of contemplation, finding that the vastness serves as both challenge and promise.
Glossarium
- Aquaenigmia: The enigmatic, open sea that challenges yet nurtures us.
- Sacrosplendent: Sacred and splendid; the awe-inducing beauty found in the mysterious.
- Aquafinity: The magnetic draw that the sea has upon our soul.
- Tranquilbeing: A state of peaceful existence amid chaos.
- Whimsiwinds: The unpredictable winds that guide us in our journey.
“You can’t cross the sea merely by standing and staring at the water.”
— Rabindranath Tagore
Would you like to row onward with us in this ongoing discourse of nautical musings?
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