The Ocean-

A few days ago, I checked myself into a hotel room down on the Texas coast in a sleepy little town known to those of us more educated on the finer points of Spanish religious beliefs as the body of Christ.

When those close to you die, it is a tragedy. When those close to you have someone close to them die, it is… confusing. So here I am in this sleepy little town confused as hell. One of my greatest friends from my own collegiate days of past had suffered a great loss. And I was determined that it would be through this loss that I would perhaps find the answers to some of the questions in life that I so greatly desired.

So as to better explain the immediate circumstances, it should be known that the loss my close friend had suffered was that of a father- A very irreplaceable object in the psyche of any living being. It was a particular loss, despite rather disparaging circumstances, that I felt I had once lost long ago as well.

All of this got me to a state of a quite feverous need to explore and better define my own perceptions of the world around me. Despite my many hours of introspection and external searchings, I could not seem to find an answer. As the hours passed, the sun slowly sank into the western sky, leaving a rather austere glow upon the world around me, as was compared to the intense blue beauty of the otherwise cloudless day. Unfortunately, it was the clouds that continued to fog my mind with the world around me.

That day, I must have spent hours staring into wild blue yonder. As my mind stole away my core of concentration, my ears slowly began to absorb the rhythmic passing of the waves upon the sand beneath my balcony.

Once upon a time, in a world not educated in the finer principles of GPS, or even the G, the P, or the S, the inhabitants must have looked upon the ocean with such fascination. And yes, that magic will always exists, as the ocean will never know no true end. I will tell you now, we, as a civilization have a much more defined understanding as to how realistic those true ends should be.  In a word, it is all about potential. As a race we know now our potential, or we at least have a better idea as to the reality of it all.

Which brings me to the subject of radical thinkers… Now one does not have to die ones hair orange, kill a herd of sheep in the name of PETA, and run through town naked to be declared a radical. And while, yes this would be quite exemplary of radical thinking, one simply needs to assert thought that seems to contradict the pillars of common logic.

At one point in our brief history of time on this large rock we all know and love as planet Earth, there was a time when one could stand on a beach staring out at the horizon, and never be able to tell where that magical line existed… That moment in space where the sky seemed to kiss the earth’s edge. It was an easle of blue that appeared to marry the seas and skies in a fashion so rarely recorded by the artisans of time. A thought, or image, too contrite to record or idolize.

But now, there is a different story to be told from the oceans. Now, when one searches the horizon for the infinite nature of time and space… the limitless nature of what human reality should be, we are reminded of the boundaries, potentials, and realities with which we must accept.