Imagine a simple scene,
A harbor and the vast ocean beyond it,
the water is truth,
there is no better water than other water,
however some water runs deep.
Many people stay in the harbor,
living their lives in the finite truth that it offers,
this harbor has been well explored,
it’s waters are well-known.
A decent amount of sailers venture beyond the harbor,
they sail among the lesser known tides,
but they make sure to keep the harbor in sight to avoid losing themselves.
Then there are the few,
the few who venture beyond the horizon, who lose sight of the harbor,
they enter the waters no better than the harbor, but are in fact much deeper,
these waters are vast,
so vast that no single sailer could ever hope to explore all the waters,
but they decide to sail their unique trail of truth,
a trail which will certainly differ from any other’s trail in these waters,
these sailors may become confused,
“why are all these paths so different from mine? Have I made an error?”
Alas, there is no error,
these other sailers simply have traveled waters which you have not,
and you also have seen waters which they have not.
So sail on, fear not your uncharted waters, the horizon awaits.
reminded me of a quote from Kafka:
“The truth is always an abyss. One must — as in a swimming pool — dare to dive from the quivering springboard of trivial everyday experience and sink into the depths, in order to later rise again — laughing and fighting for breath — to the now doubly illuminated surface of things.”
― Franz Kafka