Speculation

Is there luminescence to be found at the conclusion of this linear passageway?
A man I knew once spoke of the road we all think we must travel, he said, if you believe is to be a road you will find an ending. However, if you accept that there is no road, your destination will be nothing and everything......

On occasion, such nonsense relapses into some majestic parable. I think the more troublesome part is not deciphering the words but rather understanding the reasons why we interpret things in such a way. I don't  talk of finding contentment in simplicity or trying to revert to some primal manner of existence.

I know you think about rhythms of the sea, of the ocean. Can you see the rhythm of humanity? Where are we now, are a verse, chorus or bridge? Was the renaissance a solo on an ibanez? Was world war 2 a drum crescendo? Are we a bass line fill as it often seems, something deliberately dull to make the next scene more powerful? Or are we the fade-out? all instruments and vocals reducing in volume to silnce.

Do I try convince myself that I talk in riddles to add color to an otherwise morosely monotone world?
The quest for comprehension of my drivel merely acts a proxy for you to ascend higher into the unending skies of what?, maybe knowledge, maybe detachment. It doesn't matter, as long as it keeps you occupied,

Concluding

A bright clear 35 degree day, Waves crashing at moderate swell of one metre. Aesthetically flawless girls on the beach periodically gazing out to sea, they see me here, gently bobbing to the waves, Duck dive another wave with ease, pop back up for a breath and see the faces on the beach, looking slightly more distant this time. As if I'm suddenly a hundred yards further away, how odd, turn and duck under another wave... except this time fail to surface as intended. I gasp with unprecedented force, taking in a colossal mouthful from the infinite supply of sea water. Unable control my legs, can't orientate myself, a sense of weightlessness and detachment overwhelms me in this enthralling circumstance afflicting my person.

Finally surface after my longest ever duration binding my breath, I see the faces on the beach again, they appear closer than before. All of them now fixated on my vicinity, arising with haste and approaching the waters edge. However, its the blue eyes of a blonde haired elegance seize all my assiduity, fixated with far greater authority than those stares from the adjacent forms, their alacrity becomes obscure in the periphery of such beauty. I see only her, surrounded ominously by an encroaching scarlet hue. A hue which now covers her face, her beautiful eyes, as does the water... I fare thee well, kind maid, You make it all worthwhile.

Summer heat

The first strong winds of a mindset know as summer may be upon us. That simple yet powerful sensation of  the body feeling instantly calescent may have come again. That's what we want, what we believe will be an all enduring catharsis. Will we first feel overwhelmed by the heat, initially trying to reject its anomalous power. Grow to accept it and allow the dreams to materialise. Remember, you can experience it better than you ever read or imagined it, simply by reminding yourself, only what you see in front of you is real, everything else purely noise, interpretative disquisition of those you hope share reciprocal delusions.

The fading of the light is a perpetual occurrence that can render ones attitude to run in parallel to the fading. The converse being so grand and regal, that it makes everything justifiable.