Ah yes, President Trump, I am referring to you.
"The only journey is the one within." - Rainer Maria Rilke
There are some who are petrified of taking this journey for fear of what they might find. Count me as one of them. Nietzsche said "if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you." I don't want to know what the abyss might see.
“Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards.” ― Søren Kierkegaard
The great thing about walking is that you put one foot in front of the other in the hopes of reaching your destination. During the journey, the mind is active, the heart is pumping and life slows down. All the while, if you listen very carefully, you will hear your name whispered in the wind.
Thousands have lived without love, not one without water. - W. H. Auden
How many years had this watery mirror shown the audience its visage, its beauty, and its memory? How much had been inspired by this rippled skin of reflection? Was it aware that it had played us for fools, making us believe that the show above was the only stage where there were players? Below this mocking treat of colours, was a parade of life, just like ours, unconcerned with the world outside.
Our dreams drench us in sense, and sense steeps us again in dreams. - Amos Bronson Alcott
I am at a crossroads. I am lost. I don't know whether I should go forward or backwards, left or right, or just sit down and wait for the devil to come forward and make me a deal.
Did we have a choice about being governed? Do chimpanzees have a choice? I suppose they do, as a lion, a wolf or a human does. The choice, however, is one that will lead most certainly to an earlier death and provides a smaller chance of achieving the main goal of any organism, which is reproduction. So, once again, we are not slaves to others of our own species, but to our biological engineering.
Without a name, does solitude exist? Is language the architect of the plethora of emotions and states of being? These are the thoughts that drift through my mind as I wandered the beach. And as I gaze at the picture now, listening to Michael Moore warn of the danger Donald Trump poses to democracy, I embrace my solitude, and think longingly for the next beach that I can traipse upon.
As individuals, we are swept under the carpet of a species' ambition. This is understandable but maddening nonetheless.