>>6039755>>6040535>>6040536>>6044690The sun falls in sharp streaks of light against the water. It makes you think of Ibrahim and the old scripture: the tale of one given the gift of a son by the Lord Of Daybreak, only to be asked to submit to his Greater Will, offering his very own same son in sacrifice. Was this a test of Man, or Man testing the will of God?
So much of the dignity in life seems to reside in the proof of living: I Have To Prove I Am Really Living. If you want to fall in love, you had better have a house. Property as power, ownership of wealth, women, possession and belonging; a family, children; the reverence of others, the esteem that is so hard to distinguish from envy or contempt. All of these things can be lost, swept away by the ocean. You wonder if this is the will of Father. What happens to Father as he ages, when he becomes frail, infirm, forgotten?
Unbidden to your mind comes another vision, that of the infant child, suckling and feeding greedily upon the mother. You feel so ashamed. Feeding upon life... perhaps the only means to preserve your youth is to stay upon this beach, and remain a child forever.
