Upon a watery beam of light I sailed around the globe, ever chasing the setting sun. After many and many a voyage I noticed the beams of sunset were reflecting off the watery main, I traced their source with sextant and compass, I charted their course and plumbed their line. By Jupiter, I would solve this mystery! With all the zeal and rigour of a young student fresh out of college I sought the source of sun’s silent shine. I sought the source upon the seas as I sailed forth as I did please. The rays they bent around the globe – to meet their point they made a strobe. The twinkling beams like sea-lions smiled, their grin went on for miles and miles. I stopped the light dead in its tracks, I met its echo coming back. The beam reflected in a mirror I waved it in particles. Gravity sucked at the light and threw the whole thing subtly out of kilter, it looks better that way, like the Akropolis. The timbers of the old oak ship had been soaking up the light golden all the time in rosy orange mellow buffalo brown hue, so why worry about it? Another light twinkled in my eye, another twinkled upon the sea. The beams met and rebounded around the back of the earth, coming back for more. The light that I had chased around the globe, had made the object of my search, my years of study, the light of stars and suns, the watery beam of light I chased around the globe – it was right there in my own eye all the time!
in my own eye all the time!