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Lance + Adriatic = BFF’s

I have recently made a very good friend- his name is the Adriatic Sea.

Lately I find myself walking down to the beach, a block from the hotel and I walk in the water and have good conversations with him. Not your usual, small talk mind you. But questions about life, reality, and is everything predestined? He is a very good listener. I can tell him anything, and he usually will answer by washing a rock or seashell onto the shore, and I will pick it up and take it back with me.

All we all just an extension of God? Does God experience life through us? If we all as a collective whole, comprise of God, when we pass over to the other side, is there a tangible, concrete face that we can look into, and talk to? Meaning: if like a human cell, all 6 billion of us are cells that make up God’s identity, is there ever a time where we will be able to have a face-to-face talk?

Or did God create us, and then we are entirely individual, separate entities?

These are the kind of questions I ask the Adriatic, as I look out onto the choppy water and sea the sailboats pass, seeing with them the thousands of ships before them, through the millienia, that have come and gone, to and fro, carrying millions of souls to their final destinations. I see Roman legions rowing their ships past, and I think how many of those men had the same questions I share with the Adriatic, and are we all just empty vessels that pass as quietly as we came?

But, the Adriatic hears my questions and lets me ask them, without fear of judgment or condescension. So far from home, in this new reality that I live in, one that is far away from where I expected to be, I now choose to accept this reality, and furthermore, love it. For in this reality, I can walk to the park and sit on a bench as the Adriatic tells me a story as well, if he is tired or stressed, or if he is in a pleasant mood, as he shares with me his hopes and fears, that I understand all too well: when this reality on this earth ends, will he be forgotten?

We are good friends.