Stranded? Floating? Walking? Perhaps… “I’m there” — you too? 🍍

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Terrace Vista

8 min readDec 29, 2017

HOW TO INTERPRET PERCEPTIONS OUT OF “INCEPTIONS”& HOW EASY ONE GETS LEAD ON… TO MISCONCEPTIONS

We don’t know where we’re coming from, don’t know where we’re going to…We’re not a tear drop in the ocean, but the ocean… in one drop*. Reaching out, for a… a… Soul to trust?

WE ARE ONE

Quick reminder :

“You are not a drop in the ocean. You are the entire ocean in a drop” — RUMI

YES, this is Jalaluddin Mevlana Rumi

Mimi Rumi. Love. Buddy.

Do we really need to reach out? Or can we just appreciate “letting go” just like this Pineapple… which “normally” by our known conventions is NOT supposed to be laying (or standing?) there in the sand — on a beach? — getting its butt WET. No more struggling, no more wrestles within the currents… either be physical… mental or timeless in this abnormal circonference, once called the “Blue Planet”.

Or is it a Pineapple?

Is it what we call over here (a) FRUIT?

TANGY. YELLOW. SPIKES.

Ouch!

SWEET

SEXY…

SENSATIONS

Beauty…

FEELS?

ANSWER

Yes, it striked me by it’s magnificent shape, common touch that texture… its’ beautiful green leaves… isn’t it magnificent??? Look at its’ organic crown.

I just… love it. Love. It. !

Ohhhh I’m quite sure, that if it had a Soul of it’s own…

Well — it surely does

CONSCIOUSNESS?

God. Just think about these Pineapple enzymes of… EVIL!

Ahahah

Hmmm maybe not such an innocent “creature”…

After all…

HOT! HOT! HOT!

SUNNY

It would be there… telling me about how enjoyable this beach is… delighted by that sensational heat… on it’s dry — brownish — yet, golden“bark” — yeah don’t know… but wouldn’t call it a “peeeeel”.

The sound of these waves, oceanic swirls… on this lovely sand… and… just look at these MICA SPARKLES…

Aaww… yeah…

MAGIC!

I’m in complete “awwwnesss”

Mmmm

I wouldn’t MIND

(a)

“MANGO”

I LOVE…

_ “I GOOOooooo, I GO! ”

Who’s dat??

Oh! NEVERMIND…

AHAHAH

Seriously. How did this Pineapple end up here. It’s not a photo shoot for some useless, careless, INSTA robotic “Star” ? Bitch. I prefer Starfish… Dem cute & grow legs, when it gets cut… You know that stuff… So many shapes and colors, it is what we call — for real — “here”: DIVERSITY

No. NO.

Most probably LOST.

Got stranded from a Cargo…

Tons and tons of Pineapple buddies…

Just like “him”…

And still,

UNIQUE.

All and each one of them…

Well, like us “Humans”.

“Got lost. On it’s way too or to?”

“To, too ?”

“Toooaaaarghhh!!!”

Damn. This place is so: BEAUTIFUL

I’m just dazzeled.

Mind Blasted.

This LIGHT. White sands. Crystal clear waters… Sounds of the leaves & coconut trees nearby…. caressing gently each other…

X RATED X

Hope this Pineapple’s not gonna start singin’ like in one of these vintage commercials. That would ruin. RUIN.

EVERYTHING.

“ JAAAAAAAKEEEE ”

“WOOOOOAAAHHHHOOOOO”

“ JAY JAY ! ! ! ”

“Where you AT ?!”

(male voice)

“ F****** ! ”

“ STOP DOING. IT !!! ”

“ If it’s one of your jokes again…”

“ I hate yaaaah! ”

(female voice)

VOICES.

At this particular MOMENT. What a frustration… My head is starting to HURT real BAD. NOW.

This is…. what I’d call a… “Sunny Nightmare”

SERIOUSLY

Really, just let me … let me…

Yyyust resting under the FIRE…

(yawn)

“OH MY goodness!! ” (female voice)

I know… I’m a sexy beast, when I get a tan. Just shut the f*** up! Damn it.

You pretty Pineapple, stop it… will you please.

OTHERWISE.

I’ll have ta…

EAT

YOU.

It’s a “ SHE ”…?

L.O.L

SEE,

If you won’t

S.T.O.P.

you

CUTIE

“S.O.S”

(echo)

“S .O .S”

Here… it’s RIRI BAD GAL RIRI (cover) SONG!

WHY? WHY? WTF.

Oh Well.

Not such a “Bad one”

After all…

Coz we’re in “BARBADOS” ?

Guess What?

This Pinapple was : RIRI

All that time.

AMAZING.

Can’t you BELIEVE it ?

RIRI + RUMI

RUM

L.O.V.E

_ Jake! JAkeee! What the hell are you doing here? It’s been like 3 hours we’re looking around the island. (female voice)

_Where’s your fucking iphone dude? (male voice)

_ Dunno

_ I hate you! haaaate you! (female voice)

(cries)

_ Haaah man! It’s f**** wet. Pfff no more battery anyways, as I see it. (male voice)

_I’m sorry. I fell asleep guys.

So HOT.

So thirsty.

I’m gonna DIE!

( WAS ME?! )

BLACK OUT! PASSED OUT?

*SLAP *

_You slapped me??!

_ “You were fainting again JAKE! Have some water.” (female voice)

_ “Melissa is not joking. Move your ass buddy. We thought you were dead. It’s been 4 hours?… That we’re stranding this place…for your soul.” (male voice)

_Well…

_ “And what about this?? Hahahah you’re lucky you bought this big plastic thing… Mel, look… that Pineapple phone case; saved its life. Well, the iphone. It didn’t melt…” (male voice)

_ “Jake, you’re definitely lucky that we found you here. Now. I mean it’s way too hot to stay out there with these 60+ UV lights…” (Melissa)

_I’m sorry guys, I messed up. Just went exploring this morning. You guys were still asleep… for a change. So I decided I’d go by my own for a little tour around… this new place. Just for a while, it’s not the END!

_ “Jake. You should’ve had come back to the boat before noon. Everybody knows that today’s sun is not the old “ 90’s ” sweet one…” (Male voice)

_ “We were once born under…” (All together) (sigh)

_ “Alright, common guys, it’s high time we get back to the boat. Jake! Peter!” (Melissa)

_ “Have some more water. Jake. you’re surely dehydrated.” (Peter)

_ “Thank you Pete. Mel, I’m so sorry.”

Mel — looking deep into my eyes, holding my shoulders… — after she’d been giving me a quick hug:

_ “Thank god… you’re alive.”

_ “All is ok now! Let’s go. We’ve lost enough time now.” (Peter)

_ “Remember the plans we made? This time, you’re coming with us Jake. I’m serious about it.” (Melissa)

_ Alright MEL. Of course, I’m in for the plans we’ve made, but who knows — changes may happen along the way. “Many Roads exist”. What I see, is that we’re all in a good state. I’ll be more careful, I promise. Love you guys.

_ “Love YOU! Love ya!”

(All)

(Hugs)

(Back pats)

We are FREE

OBSERVER

Our fellows started walking along the beach. A good mile. Towards the other side of the island. Jake had been quite far… they had to run. Fast. This particular sand… though as white as heaven’s lights… was a deadly hot mess — it could’ve been lava, for a reasonable “Earth walker”.

Mel’s breathing was getting shorter, as she said:

_ “They’re waiting for us. For dinner. The Party — there, will be Amazing. Sunset! Paleo food! Cocktails andd…. Exotic parrots!”

Peter added :

_ “We cannot miss it. That’s for sure… Wow! Right Jake?”

_ Yeah! And of course, we WILL get “there”, we’ll get there my friends! It’s just a matter of …

_ “ TIME ! ”

Interrupted Melissa.

INTERLUDE

When it comes to the notion of “TIME”, Voltaire once wrote in his novel Zadig ou la Destinée (Zadig, or The Book of Fate; 1747) — a “philosophical fiction” — the following, which I appreciate quite a lot …

For concerns of AUTHENTICITY, the words of “Zadig” will remain in it’s original language and writing. La fameuse Langue de Molière…

Here is the extract in question, taken from:

CHAPITRE XXI.

LES ÉNIGMES.

Le grand mage proposa d’abord cette question : « Quelle est de toutes les choses du monde la plus longue et la plus courte, la plus prompte et la plus lente, la plus divisible et la plus étendue, la plus négligée et la plus regrettée, sans qui rien ne se peut faire, qui dévore tout ce qui est petit, et qui vivifie tout ce qui est grand ? »
C’était à Itobad à parler. Il répondit qu’un homme comme lui n’entendait rien aux énigmes, et qu’il lui suffisait d’avoir vaincu à grands coups de lance. Les uns dirent que le mot de l’énigme était la fortune, d’autres la terre, d’autres la lumière.
Zadig dit que c’était le temps : « Rien n’est plus long, ajouta-t-il, puisqu’il est la mesure de l’éternité ; rien n’est plus court, puisqu’il manque à tous nos projets ; rien n’est plus lent pour qui attend ; rien de plus rapide pour qui jouit ; il s’étend jusqu’à l’infini en grand ; il se divise jusque dans l’infini en petit ; tous les hommes le négligent, tous en regrettent la perte ; rien ne se fait sans lui ; il fait oublier tout ce qui est indigne de la postérité et il immortalise les grandes choses. » L’assemblée convint que Zadig avait raison.

What a beautiful work of Art… isn’t it ?