Nicko

I've always grown up near the Ocean (to the naked eye there is only one surrounding these so called small islands called continents). Never have I ever been deceived by it, and so I long to never call any one place of land on this Earth my home. I shall call my home the Ocean where I am drawn each day to its magic, its order and its ecosystem I so feel apart of. It is towards this Ocean I shall focus all my energy to celebrate, cherish and chortle in my joy this same place Thales called the source of all life, which to this day has no meaningful contradiction (at least in my life). Space has been explored, yet the Ocean instills more tangible and intangible fears than any other space in this Universe. Ships and airplanes have been swallowed by the Deep Blue as well as ballsy sailors and sunken cities. And down Deep there lay a distinct energy source fueling life we have never seen. Volcanoes below feed such a chain in which we are indissolubly linked. Pumice is porous, distorting such forms as 'rocks sink'. Volcanic formation of land and life as we know it came straight from the Depths of this magical Ocean to the Atmosphere. Magical rocks called pumice float on water, along the way gathering the smallest microbes forming spores & zygote processes due to newfound light & energy on land. We are the product of such evolution. We must preserve our Ocean elements or we will find ourselves cut from everything Natural, falling victim like the dodo bird. Until I find what is in Davy's Locker, I'll lay back and think of what could be inside (maybe draw some pictures, write some poetry, make a movie, and produce some more music) such Magick...