Reflections from Cannibal Cove
on the infinity of being
As I stand here today at Cannibal Cove, my world is immaculate. I no longer need or miss a single thing. Am saturated by the sound of nature — foamy waves that roll ashore and zillions of cheerful crickets twittering away in the nearby trees.
It’s a wink of time in the infinity of being. A moment in which nothing matters and never will. For…