by Ray Jason
The
Waters were calling me again. But not to embark on another frigid
trip into the deep ice, like last year’s Northwest Passage voyage.
This time the warm
waters of the Archipelago of Bliss were
beckoning me with a
promise of solace and
separation.
I
needed to get away from my quest to understand – at least for
myself – how the world really works. So
much time spent studying
the riddle of how so
few people can dominate so many people,
had worn me down.
Trying to comprehend
the black pathology
that drives some people to weave webs of secrecy and deceit in order
to control others, had exhausted me.
Fortunately,
in less than two hours I can sail to a spot that never fails to
comfort me. It is a
little beach where there is no phone service, no internet and no
connectivity. But there is a connection to what
may be the absolute
best medicine for world
weariness – the
laughter
of children.
