Friday, December 19, 2014

Profoundly Mystical And Spiritual

I know someone in Marrawah, says Stew. He'll have a couple of surfboards. Let's go.

He takes them to Zak's house, and knocks on the door.

Zak's mum opens it.

Hello Stew, says Zak's mum. Looking for Zak? He's down at Green Point, same as usual.

They take the Green Point Road out of Marrawah, and turn right at Beach Road.

Soon they are at the top of the cliff track down to the ocean. The waves are middling today.

Even so they are skittery and snakish. Creamy green like apple fizz. White as zucchini.

Out there they see the outline of a surfer, travelling sideways.

That'll be him, says Stew.

But it isn't.

They sit down and look at the view.

Waves cliffs rocks grass sky.

Arthur gets up first.

Anyone want anything? says Arthur.

Like you know where to get anything, says Surfing-With-Whales. I know you. You're leaving.

All right, says Arthur. I'm leaving.

Zak'll be here soon, says Stew.

But Arthur is restless. He wants to see Arthur River. He wants to see Edge of the World.

He leaves, on one of the bicycles.

On the road back to Marrawah, he passes a Toyota Hilux heading to Green Point.

In the back are a couple of surfboards.

He thinks about turning back. But he doesn't.

..........

Sweezus follows him.

He soon catches up.

Edge of the World? says Sweezus.

Yes, says Arthur.

Do we know where it is? asks Sweezus, because he doesn't.

They head back to Zak's mum's place and ask.

She gives them directions.

Throw a pebble in for me, says Zak's mum.

Woo. That's mysterious.
.......

Sweezus and Arthur have reached the Edge of the World.

They stop. There's the usual boardwalk.

They walk down the boardwalk towards the sea.

A man is standing looking out at the ocean, near a monument.

Hello, says the man. Please don't speak.

Why not? asks Sweezus.

Because this place is profoundly mystical and spiritual, says the man. As you see. And if you don't see, you have no soul.

Heavy, says Sweezus.

Arthur reads the poem on the monument.

One day I will be no more
but my pebble will remain here
on the shore of eternity
mute witness for the aeons
that today I came and stood
at the edge of the world.
Brian Inder.

That's good, says Arthur.

Thank you, says Brian Inder.

Brian Inder returns to his profound contemplation.

Sweezus picks up a pebble.

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