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12.14.05
I am in control.
I am the captain of this ship, and I control it's destiny. I decide what I decide, and away it goes, motivated by my will.
Well, wait.
The sea that I sail is logic and causality. Is it not the sea that ultimately decides where I go, and I who merely agrees? It is so much a part of me that I no longer consider it separate. It is the one thing I can not change. There is beauty in that, I think.
But still, I feel an itch.
The sea is inconstant. What controls the sea is a throw of the dice, and what controls the sea is what controls me. I loved my authority over this ship. I could live with being a pawn to the sea. But this...
this...
Posted by pedalboy at December 15, 2005 4:06 AM | TrackBackWell said, captain. You should consider writing poetry. You did write it, right?
Just letting you know you're still my friend, friendly man.
Posted by: Jason Carr at December 17, 2005 1:18 AM