We can only express the God kind a love (reality) as we freely detach from the priorities of this world. One of my maybe dreams of the last few years is to sell the house, buy a small sailboat, point the bow west and sail on. Could it be my “Moby Dick” or “Two Years before the Mast” nostalgia? The first chore in such an adventure, after loading up with provisions, is to bring in the dock tether lines.
We can’t go
west still tied to the dock. America is corrupt: the love of money, personal security and that sex stuff keep us tethered and gathering barnacles at the dock. We need a spiritual revolt and then our desired national greatness will set our adventure course.
BoBo
