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the surf index  



I love television, in any country, in any language.   


Because I turn the sound off, and watch television the way it is meant to be watched, I see what is, with no sound.  Turn on the radio if you want sound.  Television is for bright colored pictures in motion.  The name says it all.  Tell a vision. 


I know my method of watching television without the sound gives me a great disconnect from the storyline.  I see that disconnect as value added.  The story inside my head amuses me enough as I watch.  I see what I see.


I love the television news footage of the dude out there surfin’ as the approaching hurricane is hurtling those huge waves towards the shore.  I guess the casting call goes out every season.  He is always there; surfin’ the big crashing waves for my viewing pleasure.  Far out, dude. 


Riding out the storms is not easy.  You have to know what you are doing, have a plan to survive.  Others may question your stability.  You cannot.  You know you are going to get wet, going to be hit by terrific force.  You will slip, gasp for air, as you cling to your platform.


You need to be in good shape, or get in shape fast.  There is no room for baggage or stowaways when the storm is washing over you.  Lean, by choice or force, is the ideal condition.  Your fellow surfers are in the storm with you.  Watch out for them. 


Contrast that hurricane picture with the one after the storm.  The sun is shining.  The beautiful blue ocean waves are gently rolling to the shore.  And look, there he is, the dude on the surfboard.  Soaking in the rays as he paddles around his splashing nirvana.


The dude is always there, in the ocean, in the middle of things.  He loves being in it.  The storms, and the calm after, are all about the same to him.  He has his board and he is ready to ride.


We are all in the same ocean. 


Hard to remember at times, but we know there will always be more blue skies and sun than storms.  Leave yesterday. 


Do remember that the economic bubble experienced in 2501BC was a wild ride.  Those whacky Sumerians were making first use of oil burning lamps.  Government enacted the first beer regulations.  In the world of commerce, the first metal coins began to replace barley as legal tender.    


The cartographers of ancient times would inscribe on the far edge of their maps a curious saying. 

Curious to us today, in hindsight.  ‘Beyond this there be dragons’.  Fair warning to those venturing too close to the edge of the flat world.  This is how they expressed their view of the unknown. 


They did not know what was beyond the boundary of their own world.  They did not know.  They made up an answer.  Based on no fact or evidence, they stated their opinion.  Beyond this there be dragons.  That’s that. 


They sure never landed a man on the moon, and returned him safely to his home planet.


They could have just as easily said ‘Beyond this there be blue skies, beautiful beaches, a land abundant with natural wealth and opportunity, welcoming man in his pursuit of happiness.’, which is what it turned out to be. 


Take your place now on the great mandala as it moves through your brief moment of time.


Look, no matter how you look at it, it really is all in how you look at it.




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