Bright vision of Fanshaw Bay creased dark memory of Storm Island the servers of time-lines rippling waves lift the vessel froward with a view clear through water, that is silence and the silence is the medium depth diminished light where lived creatures of colors coastal mafias without life-proliferating non-sentient biology with stones and boulders respire water and time swaying softly in the current Beyond bites and harbors into a wind tunnel's force pushing waves focused soundless, roiling, noisome turbulent watery tempest's game of chance life and death challenges for motor v 2.5 where prayer finds a line across two miles of wave crests, troughs and confusion in certainty of uncertainty about capsizing, swamp or drowning in cold purity the sky below and water above where a skiff goes its own way alone in the wind the right line atop the summit leads waves to lesser, calmer fractals outside Slocum Inlet Stephen's Passage eastern shore is quiet a view to morrow has just one squall overnight to drag anchor to rocks crunchy barnacles in the night Ahead a brief transitioning from being and time timeless space-time like a membrane stretched without leaving its own place replete with memory and perception Frederick Sound next with deep space overhead None would know the imperfections of lifeless land insulated with atmosphere where death is an unformed abstract concept embedded potentiality within a Higgs field unfolding dimensions of membranes even gravity, crust and bays eroded in Limestone all floating like Betty's balloons the forever sky is a solitary sight an all-encompassing piece of the membrane sea floor shaking with primary waves the surface and brain with secondary waves motoring the vessel through pressure waves over the surface even the wind is for-itself another shape of temporal topology before the eternity of the Lord.
