My vision of truth
Posted: Friday, December 13, 2002

Author: RastaFrog
E-mail: lonefrog615@yahoo.com

I am (or was) looking out the window this afternoon. I saw on the water before me, a barge. Atop the barge was a crane holding a piece of iron framework down into the water to which was attached a drill of sorts.

The whole mess was causing a terrible racket and churning the water and mud in a most unnatural and mechanically morbid way. On the pier, (from which my window peered, no pun intended) was a young man. He was sitting and smoking a cigarette watching the arcane display of power from the drill. I decided that I would go down and ask to join him. When I arrived to the spot the young man had been, he was gone.

Fascinated by the atmosphere, I took up a perch on one of the decorative moorings made of concrete. As I watched this steel beast scar the floor of Jah's sea, I couldn't help but decide that we as people are doing too much. Too much drilling. Too much building. Too much poking and prodding of Mother Irth.

But I could have been wrong.

When I got up to leave I saw a man, obviously a supervisor, climb out of a brand new shiny white Lexus and look on with me.

That's when I knew that I wasn't wrong.

Jah be praised for me vision of truth this day. 

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