My Inner Whale

“There are certain queer times and occasions in this strange mixed affair we call life when a man takes this whole universe for a vast practical joke, though the wit thereof he but dimly discerns, and more than suspects that the joke is at nobody’s expense but his own.” Herman Melville, Moby Dick

I attempt to achieve all things with my blog, which has turned out to be a strange mixed affair of complaints: teenagers (mine), employment, government, man’s inhumanity toward man, my old barnacle of a house, all things economical, being single and middle aged (I expect to live a long time). In addition to complaining, I also extol the virtues of my particular brand of madness (there is a wisdom that is woe), my admiration for books, reading, writing, working out, and Colin Firth. 

“Where lies the final harbor, whence we unmoor no more? In what rapt ether sails the world, of which the weariest will never weary? Where is the foundling’s father hidden? Our souls are like those orphans whose unwedded mothers die in bearing them: the secret of our paternity lies in their grave, and we must there to learn it.” Herman Melville, Moby Dick

My life is a work in progress, and I foresee drastic changes on the horizon. By the grace of God, in three or so more years, my three lydioospore will have all set sail to their next adventures. My superior math skills tell me that with three gone, I will be left with no underdeveloped buds, and with no spawn left to cultivate, my life and this blog will be all about me—an empty nester.

“As for me, I am tormented with an everlasting itch for things remote. I love to sail forbidden seas, and land on barbarous coasts.” Herman Melville, Moby Dick

As an empty nester who lives a selfish life of immediate gratification, I will obviously have quit my thankless job as a pawn employed by my white whale– the man. Instead while nestled in my new dwelling, a hut on a beach in Tahiti, I will write the next Moby Dick, but I will not call it Moby Dick II, and it probably won’t be about a whale, or revenge, but perhaps moral choices… Understand that writing such a book might take weeks, and as such, Amazon will not be taking advance orders quite yet. 

Mean time, I will provide for my food and shelter in a basic way. Using the discarded wood from ships that have sailed their final journey and are well beyond their seaworthy prime, I will take up the carving of tiki statuettes that resemble Colin Firth. I will become the worlds foremost sculptor of Colin Firth tiki statuettes. Just above the doorbell of my Tahitian hut, there will be a plaque which will have been awarded to me by The Academy of Reusable Ship Wood, for “Excellence in the Field of Human Sculpture Resembling a British Actor”. 

“for there is no folly of the beast of the earth which is not infinitely outdone by the madness of men” Herman Melville, Moby Dick

Will I retain my readership? That remains to be seen.
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The Daily Post, December 24, 2015, Daily Prompt: Ebb and Flow~ Our blogs morph over time, as interests shift and life happens. Write a post for your blog — but three years in the future.<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/ebb-and-flow/”>Ebb and Flow</a>