1300 hrs Wednesday 9th:
Good day folks! Today’s all cheery and jolly. You know why? The sea is calm. You see, only 4 days on the sea and I already know who the master is. The crew tell me that I looked quite pale and ill for a middle eastern; almost looking like a Scotsman (is there any irony here?). Keeping on telling you about the crew and what they say, it appears to me that they have certain qualities that you’d expect to see in pagan people of 4 millennia before. It’s as if men of sea have all been well isolated from waves of intellect flourishing on the land. While we, the people living in non-floating houses, have been going through all varieties of beliefs, religions, philosophy, art, ideologies and politics, cherished them, suffered from them, and abandoned them all; seamen have been immune. As if they still think much like the old Phoenician sailors on the little wooden boats taking merchandise through the city-states of ancient Mediterranean and Aegean, as if they’re still praying to the God of the Sea and take sacrifices to please sea-monsters, they keep telling you: “It can only get better!”
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Beautiful! So many twists of ideas! And what an amazing way to finish the post!
There's something about isolation! It changes you. Sometimes, when I'm busy for a while and don't get to talk with anybody, I start feeling like a cave man. And life is so easy! No expectations, no worries, just peace! The problem is that I know I'll have to get back out in the jungle of people again!
But really, wouldn't it be great to live in the ocean of solitude and worship the god of the oceans?
It should be an amazing experience, as a matter of fact I can sit for hours in front of the sea and what happens in me during those hours is really strange, like a dialogue which leads to new thoughts and new dialogues and...and that's when I'm on the ground and the sea is in front of me, so I guess being surrounded by it should be a unique and deep experience.Write more:)
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