Before a seafaring vessel is launched it is given a ceremony, a sending off as it begins its lifelong journey on the seas. It will not ever return to the dry dock it was born in, except perhaps to be dismantled, and as to where it shall go only providence knows. But what is known is that it will be going places, that it will toil upon the heaving seas, that it will bridge the distance between continents, peoples, even worlds. For the very purpose of a vessel is the journey. Its destination is merely an outcome.

So it is, too, with our lives. We begin in the womb, and from there our lives begin. And for each moment that passes there passes something we will never have again: this very moment. The dock yard is gone forever, and soon our infancy also. Our journey is endless. Even if we sit still it is a journey of sorts, for time never stops, and neither does the life coiled within us. It is an impatient thing, that which drives existence, and yet at the same time it is patient, for it gives all things their due time to grow, from the flowers to the trees to the creatures that cut them down. We are all at the behest of life. But life, in its strange way, is waiting for us to tell it where to go. We carry our fate, and it carries us.

This blog is merely another facet of my journey. To share ideas, even if it’s just with myself, for the act of spelling them out gives them more life, and we all need as much life as we can garner.

There will be no ceremony here. No champagne shattered against the bow, no cheers, and no horns. This precious moment is all I can give.

So be it.