Watching the sea and faraway lands right after the morning prayer was truly enlightening and profound. I was (and always have been) on motion, and watched the motionless passing by. It made me dwell in the memory of the people and the world I had passed by during my movements, either enforced by the fangs of time or due to the dream of constructing and deconstructing.
When we move, we are in a way destructured by our movement towards a certain direction; we are both here and at the same time not here as we are already in the process of going elsewhere. To stop destructuring ourselves, we have to stop moving altogether. Either we move and we are no longer whole, or we are whole and we cannot move.
Consequently we journey to the different corners and pause, seeking the motionless movements in the world. If such exist.
(Photo taken on board KM Labobar, while crossing the Banda Sea, December 2009)
1 comment:
wow! that's a pretty picture. I love sea and how it seems to go forever. Riding on a boat is like chasing a sun ray.
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