The Weapon

I was drunk and in a bad mood when I wrote this. Life was being difficult.

Problems existed with finances, relationships, and thinking. The final straw was when I wrote; What is the value of truth? I couldn’t answer the question.

I withdrew from society. I moved to an island off the coast of Florida. I had no phone. I did though, have cable tv and sometimes drank a lot.

I worked enough to pay bills. I drove a truck, a semi. This also gave me time to think, resolve my problem.

After seven years I wrote, the value, use, and seeking of truth has a relationship with freedom. It was time to return to society.

Returning meant again becoming a mariner. I needed a phone. My work as an Engineer would involve discussions of vessel problems. When I withdrew there were pay phones and phone stations. Now, they were just about gone. I bought a flip phone.

Walking into an airport to fly to my first ship, I was shocked. People everywhere had these small portable phones shoved into their ear. They were drinking and talking on their phone, eating and talking on their phone, talking with another person and talking on their phone. My first thought was, I hope I never become so important.

Returning too meant, again attending church, joining a men’s organization, becoming a member of an orthodox synagogue, and to continue my thinking and writing. A thought process of helping the self, in learning to become free.