eh, might as well put in my say.
Waking up one night in the middle of the ocean, a man asked himself what he was doing there. Clearly, he remembered the previous day. He had woken up, had sex with his mate, ate, went to work, and then came back home. Distinctly he recalled going to bed in his own house in Maya, USA. But where was he now?
Looking around, all the man saw was blackness. As a cold wind blew across the waters, the man realized he was naked. Nothing covered him, he was by himself with no escape and no sense of what was occuring. This was frightening. Maybe I'm dead, or dreaming he thought. Maybe Descartes' demons are real or I;m hallucinating after an overdose. He yelled his questions at the sea and the sea didn't respond. All he heard was bleak indifference, almost mocking him, telling him "Ah so you're awake now, man. Feel my power. Feel what you are missing by living on the land. This is what it means to be alive". The man shrugged his head and continued to think. This was surreal.
A few days passed and the man realized that this was very real and that he was very alone and would have to rely on his own craftiness to survive. So the man began to think, left by myself all I have is myself and so I must use my will and ego to conquer this mightly ocean". He set about to do this. He toiled and toiled until he drank the entire ocean. This did not feel good. In fact, it hurt the man so much that he regurgitated it out. He wanted land but eating up the water did not prove useful. So then he thought again and realized that the key to surviving was to live with the water. It was to embrace it, to love it. Once the man realized that, he felt that somehow the water loved him back. This was beyond comprehension, an inanimate "thing" expressing a emotion he understood ! But he was happy and he was calm and little by little, he drifted to shore
On shore, he saw people living the life he lead. He remembered his own life and said that living at sea was much better. But he couldn't do that. He needed to understand what had happened first so he examined and wrote all of his thoughts down ina book. Then he came back to the people and said "I am free. Look at this, one day I woke up and I was no longer in my hometown of Maya. I can show you the way also if you like, it's just in the ocean. Why it's friendly. It actually loves us and is not full of devils like you claim:. The people scoffed and called him mad. He took no notice and brought his message far and wide to all those who would hear. He taught people the way of the Ocean and these people showed other people just what the Ocean means to them and how to live in the ocean.
Very few listened. Most people liked their lives. They liked the food, the sex, their work , and all the "things" they had because if they were unhappy, they could just work harder and buy more things. The fact that many people died because they didn't want to have things was no concern to them. They had their economy to support after all. And so they went on living like this, not paying attention to the ocean that was always calling out to them, not willing to love it and to have it love them back. Yet the ocean is always there, just off the coast if any person wants to come and take a swim, he/she may. But sometimes, unexpectedly, every so often a person will wake up from Maya, USA and find him/herself in the middle of the ocean, all alone, frightened, and with no explanation for what happened.
The fact that this happened is important. But what's more important is how you react to it. The value of this is in the journey. Any racing to the goal line or attempts at repetition will likely cause drowning.
Cheers !
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