Sweetness wrote:
"Mosh Lowley" wrote in message
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:
: letzt nacht...
:
: We're leaving the mainland, and the big "Spirit" class ferry does
: it's pirouette to point west, thrusters churning the sea...
:
: I like looking at the foam. Idiot who threatened me is at the
: trucker's table, along with many other regulars...
:
: The big chick and the tattooed guy are hogging the only cribbage
: board, because they have a thing going on with the game...
:
: Traffic was heavy, Peterbilt dude had caught the 4:PM 'over' and was
: back in time for the eight, but it was full (We had waved earlier on
: the rickety old steel girder Patullo bridge, that rises up into the
: sky and makes the tugboats in the Fraser look like toys far below)
: and I saw him at the Chinese food booth while awaiting the nine
: (last ferry, /I/ have a reservation).
:
: Now the big boat is finished it's turn and is pointed west. The
: great diesels down below rev up and rumble throughout the entire
: craft, rattling a few dishes for a moment as we all sit in the
: cafeteria. Tourists are everywhere, like dazed monkeys milling about
: with saucers for eyes...
:
: Suddenly, from across starboard; the whole ship is painted a deep
: red from a great wave of perfect sunlight reflecting off the sea.
:
: Old Sol is coming down to his rest for the night. The great father
: touches the calm sea of mother Gaia and the whole world turns red.
: His great cherub face glows so softly you can look at it without
: pain or danger, as the beams of light are filtered through the
: longest traverse of atmosphere possible, the sunset angle falling
: backwards into twilight..
:
: The tourists are drawn to the starboard railings...
: Couples are romancing, even the older ones are folding hands together.
:
: Great Father finds his way down into the bosom of our mother, the
: last crisp sparkle of the raging fires winking out as the huge red
: dome sinks into nothingness...
:
: The sky tenaciously holds on to the light. The filtered red,
: atmospheric layered horizon glows with that majikal light only full
: spectrum solar coherency can impart.
:
: I go upstairs to the upper deck to see this without having to look
: through the gigantic quartz slab windows, and the railing is still
: crowded even though the wind is cool...
:
: Pulling my baseball cap down tight, I depend on my long thick braid
: passing through the adjustment loop to prevent it from flying off
: into the ocean. I look at the ripples marring the otherwise
: perfectly calm sea, and let my gaze rise up the the burning edge of
: the sky.
:
: The power of love between two Gods suddenly reminds me of the
: miracle we call life, and I blurt out loud to no one in particular,
:
: "Now I remember why I came to this planet!"
:
: There must've been twenty total strangers rising as of one voice to
: answer my words with a wonderful variety of agreements.
:


Lovely tale, Mr. Slowley.
Thanks fer sharin'




Always a pleasure, Ma'am.

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thyself enfolden

Mosh Lowley wrote:

Have you /ever/ tripped spiritually? Like, without getting drunk or
partying or otherwise deliberately keeping your wonder and higher
thoughts ground into the dirt?

Dude, this didn't come out right.
I'm an ass. You have my apologies.

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