The tides of time… ebb and flow good sailor.

I am really digging on the lessons of Ishmael vs Ahab, and the metaphor of Moby Dick as seeking meaning in an empty universe, until it grinds you up and whittles you away. I am less about that struggle than floating along, bewildered, astonished, expectant but an empty vessel for experience? I think that makes sense. Maybe. I don’t know…. I am incredibly pleased to be part of this experience, however brutal it truly is. We stare at our phones and find other opiates, all just to divert from the harsh reality that is at the core of existence. Hell… time may end *during* earth’s lifespan, so I don’t hold out much hope for us. http://www.edternet.com/unclefishbits/2013/10/06/the-way-time-ends-we-have-2-ways-out-of-here-which-do-you-prefer/

In the end, we just get to feel things and dissipate, and I might be completely fine with that.

It is, however, making me a bit more internal and likely a lot more selfish, or at least insular….. at least I am not worried about legacy, but I want to take much more time to think about and do what’s *really* important…. this guy speaks to it well: http://www.quora.com/Priorities/How-has-your-age-affected-what-is-important-to-you/answer/Stan-Hayward?srid=uueS&share=1