The Wave

Time ebbs and flows, in it's infinite swirl of harmonies and discords. We're just along for the ride, in whatever vessel we were born into. Whether it be Raft or Trireme, Tugboat or Aircraft Carrier, Sloop or Yacht, the fact remains that we all float on the same water. In the same eternal waves, we find equality and peace, because no matter what, all of our destinations are fixed. At some point, we send out brave little neophyte sailors of our own in their own vessels. Then we go down with the ship. That wave, Time, never stops moving, never holds back, and never quits. When we ride the wave one last time we realize the futility of life and it's purpose. To think we are here just to sail and sink is simply unacceptable so we then reflect on all of the adventures we had while we were out at sea. It comes to us then in the form of remembered sights, distant smells. The tingling feeling of the wind on your face. The smell of your Love's scent. The aching pain of Loss. The elation of Climax. The high of accomplishment. All of these things make one realize that the Life lived was worth living. Every Crest and Valley of the Wave was brought about for a reason. That singular reason, to live life in the very best way you can, is what defines us as human beings. With our relatively short life-spans and frailties, we have managed to accomplish so much that has in all actuality so little meaning. We live in an age were Violence is measured in terabytes and megawatts. Where the stuff of nightmares and horrors can be brought about by at the point of a knife or by a piece of metal that can shoot a smaller piece of metal approximately 454 feet per second. Every day the Wave pulls under many more who should have stayed afloat. Millions and millions dying needlessly and for what? Wealth? Pride? Honor? Religion? Hatred? Prejudice? Intolerance? How many lives could be saved and rescued if we put aside our mistrust and self-destructive natures. Alas, it is not meant to be. Science and Spirituality are one in the same and both have proven one crucial point that the world refuses to believe. Growth takes pain. From strife comes progress and even after few thousand years all we have taught ourselves to do is kill and take from one another while we look down on those who are kind and just. Mistaking them for weaklings, we forge ahead like a virus, a cancer. Inflicting the pain of Lupus on our species. Will we live to see the next epoch? Will we breed the intellegence out of our race? Or will the Wave take us under? What will it take for us to wake up and realize we don"t have to fight anymore? Maybe the next ride might be our last?