No message received from the tide this morning. Some readers are breathing a sigh of relief … "Whew! … Pilgrim regained his sanity!
Not so fast!
On my way to the beach … a little more than 2 kilometers door to door … I was told there would be no message from the tide this morning. Rather, I was instructed to whisper a message to the tide and beseech the tide to carry my message to all corners of humanity … to the ‘ocean of humanity’.
Now some readers are saying to themselves … “Oh shit! … I can’t take any more of this BS!”
OK … so stop reading.
First some chronology of the events of this mornings’ walk. I received the message I was instructed to deliver on the way to the beach. I stopped for breakfast as usual at the KFC … a couple hundred metres from the beach. When I arrived at the beach I found the tide to be receding … going out.
I don’t understand the physics of the movement of tides. I’m puzzled how such a dramatic shift can happen in 24 hours. For the past two days at roughly the same time the tide was obviously coming in … and this morning … going out???
Wallowing in my ignorance, I simply assumed the tide understood it would receive a message from me this morning that had to be carried out into the Big ocean.
What was my message?
The message is titled “A Confrontation with Truth”.
I wrestled with myself over the use of the word “confrontation” … the word has such an aggresive/violent tone. After considerable reflection settled on keeping the word … Why? Nobody … at least very very few people volunteer to encounter Truth … face to face. The event is simply too painful and fraught with peril. Trust me … says the snake oil salesman.
I have no credentials to speak of such an incredily complex topic … unspeakably complex. My hope is some readers will embrace the counsel of Thomas Kempis … author of the book “Imitation of Christ”.
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On with my message …
Imagery is helpful when attempting to convey the explainable. Consider the image of a large glass house … completely enveloped with a veil … blocking … both physically and visually … whatever is beyond the glass walls. Nonetheless, some of what exists on the other side of the glass and veil seeps in … likely by osmosis. I’m speaking of “Truth”. The realm of Truth exists largely on the other side of the glass walls and veil.
Suppose one day the glass walls shatter into thousands of pieces … there are only two possible outcomes:
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Those individuals with enough courage and strength of character will tip toe among the fragments of glass until they reach the safety of the threshold of Truth.
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Those individuals found lacking in courage and strength of character will assume the fetal position among the fragments of glass … paralyzed with fear … clinging to the hope that someone will notice them and carry them to the safety of the realm of Truth.