At times I envision people killing me, in the most convenient of ways. At times I think on killing people in the most fair of ways. My methods of killing you, reveal your actions towards me. Your actions of killing me reveal the same. Sometimes these killings are not just visions, other times they are very much real. And as I sit in my boat and stroke these oars along with the tide as I reflect on life. On how useless it is to think on these things. How much more wonderful it is to stare off at the water and just become undone. There is truth in water. A very basic sort of primitive kind of truth that guides us home.