“The creative act is a letting down of the net of human imagination into the ocean of chaos on which we are suspended, and the attempt to bring out of it ideas.
It is the night sea journey, the lone fisherman on a tropical sea with his nets, and you let these nets down – sometimes, something tears through them that leaves them in shreds and you just row for shore, and put your head under your bed and pray.
At other times what slips through are the minutiae, the minnows of this ichthyological metaphor of idea chasing.
But, sometimes, you can actually bring home something that is food, food for the human community that we can sustain ourselves on and go forward.”
― Terence McKenna
Since we have set sail last night I have felt amazingly meditative. I had forgotten how comfortable I am on the water. There is a calmness and familiarity to the rhythms of the sea that seems to echo for me of times past. I love walking around the ship at all hours and being at peace.
Toulon, France is a pleasant seaport. I have learned that my French in France is not as passable as my Spanish in Barcelona. Tho the Farmers Market was amazing.
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