JacobBlog!

Bonus alternate ending! Original post can be found here and here.

Sitting at peace in the stillness between the hollow waves is but one tributary of the vast “stream of power and wisdom” that animates me, the great river of physical and spiritual truth that emanates from nature. Running my hand along the ice-glazed needles of the fallen pine, inhaling the green-diffracted God-thought-breath of the morning forest, laughing as I hold wide my windbreaker and lean euphorically into the rushing torrents of the rain: this timeless rapture is my inspiration, this intricate, organic splendor a sanctified model for my thoughts. This is why I paddle out, never knowing exactly where I’ll return to shore.