I spoked last evening with Bubba. There was I sitting on the dock.And he
sitting on the side of his cement Sail boat. We were slowly finishing of a
6-pack of beer.When I said to him. You got the conspiracy on tape this
time. VHS and DVD showing that bogus Nick Berg thing with the phony Muslim
Fanatics.You got them Bubba by the short hairs.I told him people will start
buying your books Now! He didn't say a word... But watched the Sun set
instead...The dusk was just turning into the darkness of night.We sat and
watched the stars come out and grow brighter.
Bubba broke the quietness by poping a top of the last beer ,and said, at
the conclusion of your day sailing, What have you done? I didn't know what
he was fishing for so I sighed and said I don't know you tell me.He said At
the end of the day you found purpose.You aimed to do some thing you enjoy.
With the intent to enjoy it.And you did it.For a little time you felt the
wind and saw the glimer of the Sun on the water .Also the sound that only
your boat makes as she touches the waves.The sky was bright and warm. there
were the sounds of nature all around you.For a little time you fly with with
the sea gulls and are one with the breakers . your sail billows to push
forward into all this.And you reached your goal you found a memory. That you
recall of some past day that you also enjoyed sailing. and watching the sun
set. I was totally at a loss of what to say.So I just said **** Bubba you
sound like some kind of Zen Master.Some time passed then he spoke. His
answer stuck with me.We dont live to serve the boat like the sailors of old
did.But we scrap and paint and fix up our boats that they will serve us and
take us there to a Bay or Lake or Cove to find that quite island that we
long to see.That can't be aproached any other way but boat.