If a man feels that his heart is like a dark sea of pain then he should sail his vessel no further. If he cannot bear to ride the forces of the severest storms than he has no place to see what resides in the blackest ocean. If he has no stomach for a truth that unsettles the churning waters than he might have no space in his mind on how to navigate with what his discovery answered. Iron men brave enough to measure fathoms deep into the darkest spaces will find a source of power that will shatter other energies. Wooden ships strong enough to ride the inner spaces may buckle and even break but they cannot be destroyed into oblivion for as long the captain is alive there is a glimmer of hope. This is true-everyday men live and die alone. A man who believes his end is nigh isn’t necessarily wrong to believe so. Every man who refuses to accept the end is nigh by sailing through troublesome seas can sometimes find himself in calmer oceans but to do so he must have a certain disdain for dying. Sailing to glory takes a lot of searching to find life beyond the abyss. A sailor must keep his mind open to seeing the fires across the waters, the burning light that guides tough men, while he guides the prow of his ship. There are good, secret things somewhere in his world but he must endure long enough, he must let go of what he thinks he knows, and be open for once to embracing unexplainable phenomena and admit deeply in fact that he truly knows nothing.
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