Dead Ends Print

While people stroll along untamed beaches, they are so busy into keeping themselves safe from a tumbling upon rocks, or into finding themselves a safe path, in other words so intent upon their own biological survival, that they never look at all that is around them as a cogitent environment of diversity tied up through direct relationships. So here, all would only see a still slippery kelp leaf uprooted from sea's depth now stranded, left here by a receding tide to be dried up through a still strong fall sun, a long process of dismembering its living entity back into the basic components whose task is no longer required. In a way a final life's embrace from one of it's infinity of lovers.