Ch. 2 "The Awakening"

A ponderous refection waxing philosophic about our world

I self-question to ferret out why I can't simply master permanent optimism. I want to know why I can't stay there. I always feel my answer is just ahead, a bit further, then I'll begin to know, to awaken, even if I've never been there before. It is not cool. It bugs me. My horizon's edge begs my sojourn with each moment I ruminate on where we all are, where we're going, and who will know our way. I'm just one. But, I know I am not alone. My kindred souls engulf me. Uncountable masses of others sail with me. They have no better answers. Otherwise, I would just exchange information like insurance cards at an accident scene. Then, everyone can calmly return home. We all secretly bear an unthinkable truth; maybe we will never find our quest. We search relentlessly for our leader, my captain, our cool captain. Always searching.