The Faux Pas Press #84
24 March 2011
By Jason Fresh
GROWTH
I am humbled by the ocean, sent to a prison beneath and freed to a prison above. There is no place to go after facing water. It is the great equalizer of all men. And I’m not so sure that I’m better for it – having faced water on different levels. I’m imprisoned to it either way. I have to drink. I must drink it. Scientists believe that there is water beneath one of Jupiter’s moons – Europa. If there is water beneath that surface, those miles of ice, I would like to know if life is there, life on which to grow. Is there life on Europa that works out or swims around trying to evolve and get stronger? Does life of Europa depend on water like we do? Does life on Europa use the ice cold water to make an absinthe drink? I don’t know what the story is but I would like to know if there is growth away from here. We grow and grow and grow – and then we just fucking fade away. But doesn’t everyone want to grow and survive and keep challenging the water – or at least be subdued by it? I am resigned to my choice and I choose to grow. Shit.
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