Vessels

I have decided to build a boat much like a raft that I built over forty years ago in a Huck Finn fantasy of mine that I talk about often. That ill designed raft sank in the shallow depths of Coal Creek. I drove by once decades after its sinking and visited its watery grave. It was gone to the extent that things go. All things material are eventually gone or changed might be a better term.

I shall try to use better resources this time. My new vessel is to be a self-constructed mythical boat named Snark II to honor in my own way, Mr. Jack London’s ship of high adventure. The name “Snark” was taken from Lewis Caroll’s poem, The Hunting of the Snark. Like London, I am searching for a legendary being and who I know as quite real, namely me. But no convincing theory yet explains me to me. Lewis Carroll on one occasion wrote: “Periodically I have received courteous letters from strangers begging to know whether The Hunting of the Snark is an allegory, or contains some hidden moral, or is a political satire: and for all such questions I have but one answer, I don’t know!” I often have to use the same reply. My Snark is an investigative symbol of all modes of transportation whether I am on trains, planes, or automobiles and certainly on boards or boats or as is often the case, on foot. It is frequently a ship of thought filled with all sorts of philosophical characters that have made me wonder a whole bunch as I traverse the sea of dreams before me.

My Snark is an investigative symbol of all modes of transportation whether I am on trains, planes, or automobiles and certainly on boards or boats or as is often the case, on foot. It is frequently a ship of thought filled with all sorts of philosophical characters that have made me wonder a whole bunch as I traverse the sea of dreams before me.You see I fancy my Snark to be, at its essence, a spiritual vessel and one not confined to any one manifestation in flesh, wood, plastic, or steel. Like the custom of the ancient Egyptians, I have procured a model that I wish to carry with me on my journey to symbolize the importance of my boat but the representation is merely that and is never to be anything other than that.

Sadly as I observe my fellow human beings, I often sense that their symbols have become their reality instead of serving their real purpose, a deeper and far more meaningful intention.

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