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The Log of the Voyage

Part 1

If you were to ask me, a 64 year old man who's been around, why at this late stage in the play I am about to embark on another adventure I will tell you that while it does have all the elements of great adventure, I think of it more of a continuing adventure that was interrupted by the fallout from the explosion of my useless appendix. It is in fact the only body part that I know about that serves no meaningful purpose. We can have one or not have one and it doesn't make a damn bit of difference unless it goes bad. Then it can kill you. It almost killed me.

How sad it would have been to have died, sabotaged by the poisonous bite of a useless but none the less deadly........appendix. The very word of it reeks of unimportance. As if it were a redundant footnote in some massively researched and equally meaningless tome.

It was all downhill from there. Maybe my other grand and essential body parts were thrown into revolt by the violence of their useless cousin. Some poisoned molecule in the river of blood that gathered one onto another to dam the flow. Life's blood squeezed to a trickle. Dams undone by scalpel, the remnants swallowed by the succubus of evil machinery. Finding myself in a dark basement with only madness and pain for company. The siren song of suicide beckoned and I crawled to its edge, ready.

But instead of death, I had a moment. You know, one of those timeless ones, with all the light? The ones that can change the course of your life in an instant? I guess you either know what I mean, or you don't. My best hope for you would be that you do. It's what makes life worth living. Step out of the madness and slow to the pace of eternity. Be you but not you. You but more you.

Anyway, I've passed the point of waiting for you, dear reader, to ask me anything. I will take it from here.,thank you very much. I have some questions of my own. But questions, thoughts, evaluations, expectations just make my head hurt. I've taken some good shots, the ones that smacked me in that square inch of chin like lightening and the next thing I knew it was later, and I couldn't quite remember exactly what happened.

And so now I bid you adieu. You raise me an adieu and I call. Raise you with a bon voyage. You think I may be bluffing, but then again you really don't know. Not when it comes to this.

Trade me this sanitized mass insanity for a coral reef and the glide of free manta rays. Take this rusted body and turn it into lovers meat again. Don't ask me why. That is why I have taken control of the questioning. I trust my gut and I've learned about life the way everybody learns. The hard way.

I choose transcendence over suffering, being over thinking. I am hungrier for life than I ever have been. As sure as I've ever been in my life. I see some daylight and I'm going to run for it. Because I'm a man. Because I can. And if you love me you will miss me some but that same love makes you happy that I have this chance.

I hope I will be able to report back to you from the white sand beaches, from the raining down of ecstasy on my parched flesh. I hope I hope I hope.

And with that I bid you a do and a be. Cards on the table.

More later.