Monday, September 26, 2011

Moby-Dick :: Chapter 8 :: The Pulpit

Mister Ishmael ~

Great pulpit climber, no better the crow's nest for a far view what maybe coming. The marbles remind of what has gone before, and even on obtaining a glimpse of the numerous stones present, the traveler continues as if there will be no unpleasant consequence for them. That our travels will be under fair winds and easy seas. No matter how many orders we acquire, how many lines we have crossed, Davy Jones will always be able to find us, and Neptune will reign supreme.

We bow as we take stock of the mental boat, asking for the last rum libation before all reason escapes, and our world becomes a world where no world is the world. Winter is summer and up is down, the entire world is turned around. Around and around the journey can go on forever. Willful winds push us beyond our limit. There is no edge. No stopping point. No way to get off. Have you tied enough knots in your line to let out one by one so that you can return? The maze on land is confusing and the maze at sea is deep.

Is your pen ready? Will the ship's log be full? Will you have enough to retain the facts, share no secrets, and come out alive after you find your sea legs?

"No fortress is fortress enough if you, the enemy, are within."

Trust Your Journey (tm)
~ ijil Rainbow Hawk Giver

* original quote by ijil RHG

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