About: Some details

I’m going to start in the here and now, working forwards and backwards to discover meaning and truth. Not all things are true, while not being outright lies, they may have some truth to them.

A lot of the patterns may be true, but you will have to think about real meanings for yourself. These are only bootprints in their mud, but the trudging was real. Seems been lost at sea in some mad mans ship that will not make port or shore.

Rhymes are the best I can do, with vague meanings and subtle text. The lost art of being too subtle has been lost on humans, and their tender hearts. They pull the flowers up from fresh graves to woo lonely sirens. We know that those sailors never made it home in the island of Greece, though they had sailed many years with their brave leader.

Sometimes I wonder if Odysseus had been more fortunate to have never left, was his mission really so important that being lost at sea for twenty years and some curse upon him really worthy of his trouble?

So this journey begins with a sky of sea, and the man in the west moon; this eclipse but a mark of a future perhaps better, perhaps different, was the pain worth anything? Sometimes when we don’t see the good we have done everywhere reflected, we loose sight of the goal and start to feel worthless. If however we were to see the good in other lands that has been done, we might all start to feel a little better.