|Seeing and Believing||
I was sitting in the library on board the 'Marco Polo' reading 'The Murmuring Deep' on 17th March at 3.55pm.
I had Just read 'Psychoanalytic theory of experiencing I-ness must incorporate into it's own structure and language and recognition of the Ineffable, constantly moving and evolving nature of subjectivity'.
I felt like I had just dislocated a prehensile jaw and stuffed a double hamburger with salad and a double helping of cheese in whole...
I suddenly found myself 'seeing' the waves in our force seven gale welling up before me and foaming from our wake, rising and spilling white mists of spume from crested peaks.
The motion of the boat pitched me in my chair as though sitting on the middle of a see-saw, I was just sitting at the fulcrum, right on the hub.
I have stood in this place in childhood games.
'The sea is the source of God's power' comes to my mind.
The Sea changes it's nature and character with the seasons and with the wind and Lunar pull.
The Sea is coherent. The rhythm and pitch and trough of Her movement is lifting and timely.
She majestically rises to greet us.
She spumes and parts at our bow as we beg our way through Her body.
She makes Her white frothed fuss of us, and marks the place of our passing behind us.
Yet the sea is timeless,
From the beginning.
She is old and young,
Fresh at each moment in Her layering depths.
Her fathomless mysteries still unexplored in places too deep for our machines yet to penetrate.
We are delving into the subconscious world of God, when we visit the depths.
Perhaps so deep that the light from the Sun does not reach.
Yet again light is made in darkness by florescent plancton and fish.
Some Medusa in the abyss of ancient creation that calls to our unconscious in a song of eternal water.
Saltiness that promotes all kinds of atomic exchanges:
The Waters are 'stirred' today at sea:
Viewed from a luxury vantage,
I am stuffed full of cake and tea.
Yet She remains,
Uncontainable, Uncontrollable, Unforgettable.
Guess I ought to find out how this works...