Oct 13, 2008
Argo met Australia. The majestic islands and the massive mainland can no longer offer Argo and her crew its beauty. She opened and entered through Australia’s door into a room. This room was filled with knowledge, reefs, open oceans, sharks, crocodiles, sea snakes, excitement, starry nights to wonder, challenges with each other, and ourselves. Aboriginal cultures and arts, and this room was occupied by changes. As all these things flash before Argo’s eyes so does another door of perception. It’s a big steel door with black letters that labels “Passage.” With this door closed in front of her, it is evident that yet another inevitable change is to come. Experiences turn into what is known so now Argo and her crew can transfer the knowledge through whatever lies behind the PASSAGE door. The crew is anxious and has questions for what’s to come and what’s around the bend. The answer is blowin’ in the wind. The wind must be elsewhere. If it was here it would be easier to get there. Nevertheless we’re making a progress with no care. That is for the propelling air. We have a journey to embark and the destination is Bali. Today we faced a shark his intention was to eat me. Who knew he might of wanted you, or he might have been curious and just checking out the crew. He’s intentions were unclear we should have asked. Instead, as sure as Argo has a mast we were out that ocean fast. The line it is drawn, the curse it is east. The slow one now, will later be fast. The first one now, will later be last. And the present now will soon be past for the times they are a changin’.