I see into the vast ocean. I dive within the waves. Up and down, they hold no meaning. Sunlight ripples through sleek liquid. I am also this ocean, undulating to the pulse of life’s oldest habitat. I am this ocean of thought. We are all one thought in this ocean.
Now those who see me in this ocean, as I see them, call in emotional ripples, through unimaginable space. Through this ocean, we flow. Our minds are one fluid thought, in this ocean.
This ocean is a drop of water in a greater pond of awareness. This ocean flows into a sea, which is a pond, or a single thought. An idea. This ocean is life. We are the ship of life, sailing through this ocean of tears. Life has been before, and is, and shall be. In this ocean, we drink the tears of life.
Only to drown, in the vast ocean of thought.
We are this ocean of thought, and life, and tears. And we are screaming. Screaming the words which are bound, through us. We are the vessels of this ocean. We take this ocean into ourselves, and we deliver tears and life and thought, to those who remain unsaturated.
We are this ocean of thought. Be mindful of the thoughts crossing this ocean, or be swallowed by them.
This particular vision came to me like a storm, and took me away into it. I have been changed by this vision, and at Apollon’s behest, I share it with you. Perhaps it can be useful, perhaps it is only a rambling mess of words. We shall see.
— Columbine [Day 4]