Captian's Log Morning and Night 31 Jan 202525 Jan 2025 In the cool of the night a voice, a whisper on the sands, and I heard melody in my dreams. The smoke of the fire rose and twisted in the…
Captian's Log What Dreams Avail the Dead 30 Jan 202525 Jan 2025 I hope the words we sang tonight while drifting down the riverside are heard again some other time, that other voices sing again the rhymes we threaded between the stars.…
Captian's Log A Koan of my Own 29 Jan 202525 Jan 2025 Unfortunately, the mirror is blocking your face, and if you could stop looking at yourself, you might find that elusive stranger walking about out in the world. You hold up…
Captian's Log הבל הבלים 28 Jan 202525 Jan 2025 If everything is pointless and meaningless, why bother saying so? You feel pain? Well, isn't that a sort of meaning? You can't say "everything is meaningless" because meaningless is meaningless…
Captian's Log Well… 27 Jan 202525 Jan 2025 “The problem, I'm sorry to say, well—” “You hate it?” “Well, no. Truthfully, no. I, well, if I had hated it, that would be something too. I could probably sell…
Captian's Log Prayer of Hope 26 Jan 202525 Jan 2025 Song in the night, tears on my bed, I pray while awake and asleep. God hear my cry, heart's broken sigh, deliver your poor, frightened sheep. Broken sunlight, rainbow ahead,…
Captian's Log Eulogy: Song 25 Jan 202520 Jan 2025 Beyond the silent seathe fading mysterya world that never wasand yet will come again.And that will be becausethe troubled race of mensee through the future's seamswithin their silent dreams.
Captian's Log Eulogy: Truth 24 Jan 202520 Jan 2025 The last speech was given by a child. Imagine him, if you will, in rags, or ill fitted clothes that might have once looked nice. Their colors have faded, the…
Captian's Log Eulogy: Vision 23 Jan 202520 Jan 2025 They had a vision. A vision. Only they could see it. They tore the world apart for its blindness. They could not see the world for their vision. The vision…
Captian's Log Eulogy: Peace 22 Jan 202520 Jan 2025 I had hoped we'd meet again, Monsignor. A crime, you rob me of true triumph. What is victory without your impassioned speeches condemning me as a tyrant and your prognostications…
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