What to do in Apocalyptic times?
Rummaging around in the last chests hauled up out of the Steemit sea, before the journey will be over (for us all according to some clever assessors/advisors - so have a ball with a bang! in Thailand, in your rubber dinghies, life-jackets on, to have something concrete to take home and remember your time spent here by; I mean it: enjoy yourselves!) - chests jettisoned because we are overweight with emotion and confusion or lost in the turbulence and circumstance, I came across this yacht, I screenshot from the documentary posted up here. Looked peaceful and romantic and promising to me, even if I normally wouldn't set foot aboard any vessle without a large bucket and a heavy frown.
I asked my friend (who turns into a happy puppy around any boat) - inspired by Pushkin: Where shall we sail to?
Autumn always begs the question.
A melacholy people never forget to note it to the last notes of summer.
The seasoned Sunday walkers never fall into October, but gather it up with those who know how to sit by the fireplace and wait patiently.
These are the ones who live to live, if need be on hope alone. Without any haste: for where would that get you?
Some others replied with calm and relaxing abodes for retreats to my inquiries on where to be headed for as the ships around us are slowly sinking. But despair not! Go down singing! No, there is no sarcasm in my voice. Sinking into what is, is very hale and hearty.
Smooth Sailing
The art of living is in the timing. It's a musical thing. It's a magical thing. It is to see where one is stepping and to believe one will see as one walks.
To outdo time is to lie to Self and we all know by now what view I take of that. Better to sail smoothly out into a calm ocean and wait for the winds to whisper back to you what you carelessly forgot.
Get yourself to a piano! (or any instrument of your own choosing)
We would never take a pleasant Sunday walk again, with our loved ones (spouses, kids, dogs), if we did not have the capacity for belief. “Can I not, for crying out loud,” I hear you clamour! “Leave this god-forsaken belief at home for just one hour!?” Nope. You cannot see what lies ahead otherwise, silly!
Backpacks casually left on floors are suspicious nowadays. Check out the man with the red backpack. I know many a person who will find it very suspicious how a man seems to be able to make the most of the End of Days with such ease.
And there are plenty more where he came from: Brendan(Dr.K.), Terry Miles, or Cory Henry jamming away here and there with whomever too will go down just playin’ rather than sayin’ anything more that can go to waste.
Hopefully we all get to sing out loud, ringing clearly, in the now, about one other one of us at least: S/He Has Made Me Glad