Folded Thought of the Day:


A boat is moving through choppy waters.  A flag ripples and tears 
through the stormy sky.  Those on board can sense the shift in 
the atmosphere.  And the deck-hand washboard band starts to really 
stomp.  In fact, they've got the whole ship rocking.  Rolling with 
the waves, going with the drift.

Approaching a promised land.  Wondering if they really managed 
to leave their sins behind.  Fearing that the ghosts somehow 
managed to sneak aboard.  Have they been lying beneath the hull 
all this time?...waiting to get safely on dry land before they 
surface?  

But if you're at sea long enough the edges begin to blur.  
Eyes start to hear and ears start to catch the occasional 
glimpse.  It's hard to know if the person that walked aboard 
will be the one walking off.  

All following the same path.  On a journey of progress, where 
motion is the key element.  Everybody's got a different idea.  
Some use the stars to chart their course and some follow their 
gut instincts.  Some consult ancient prophesies and others use 
the latest technological advances.  Others simply have faith.  

It's the storytellers that really manage to hold the ship 
together.  If it wasn't for them these sailors would be at 
each other's throats.  With their tales of forlorn sweethearts 
in distant lands and heroic figures succeeding against all odds 
and beyond all reason.  

Propelling through time...somewhere in the debris of the 
universe.  With a billion miles in every direction, one 
point can really only hold the barest of meanings.  Not 
to sound philosophical or anything, just your basic 
perspective based wake-up call.  An awareness that it's 
not difficult to understand when someone wonders if the 
prospective destination is really worthy of all the hoopla.

I mean, that scene at the dock was pretty extravagant.  
Makes you wonder if the revelers were overcompensating 
a bit.  Talking themselves into something.  With their 
boarding passes in their hands, their passage bought and 
paid for.  Taking one last look around to see your friends 
turned away and your homeland looking more beautiful than 
you can rightly remember.  

Standing on the bow, with the wind casting you in any 
number of stances, you might take a moment to turn 
your eyes to the sky and contemplate what you might have 
left behind.  


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