The beach, Just for me it is the last place the truly Unknown is left on our planet, How I would hope the sea holds a secret to unity but I find that to be a dream of great distances. However when the sea becomes the ones who own the land, when time comes that the land is not a place of life anymore. I hope the imagined life of the deep sea lives on, for they are the ancestors of all life here, we are but the children of time, they are the children of life’s determination. We are so different in the means and hopes of life, yet eternally inclined to be one in the same when the cosmic scales come to weigh the view of life.

It is a mystical adventure in to the depths of what we once called home, the things we call monsters are the things that have had millions of years to evolve. They are the perfection of the evolutionary change they needed. We are the monsters of evolutions outcome, not yet finished, not yet set in stone, millions of years await us to find such a being in us. If we make it to the time that evolutions has perfected us, as we have determined perfection is in the eye of the beholder. Not the reality we live in.

Much Love

Your Friendly Ginger From The Woods.