A kind man sat on the bench looking sky ward under his patio lived an array of pretty plants and animals under his deck, ice formed at the bay edge and whales swam freely in the ocean... Many people came to watch as the whale swam freely in its homeland and the man was content to sit on the ocean and survey the scene.

 He thought as he looked out how peaceful the visage was until along came some boats to spray a gentle wash on the ocean. The man looked out and thought how fortunate he was to be in such a peaceful place, free from the stresses of modern life like TVs and iPads. Thinking about it the man concluded the tranquillity caused by lack of mod cons meant life could actually be fairly enjoyable.

Why there was fishing and swimming and much merriment to be had exploring the outdoors these people knew the cost of a healthy life often meant vigorous exercise and a healthy diet of fish and rice meant he could swing a bat to the notion of peaceful coexistence with nature allowing for swift interaction with the natural environment.

Often the man encountered travellers looking for room and board and a place to rest on their through travels from one place to the next, these men were wise and brave, yet they knew the difficulties of getting things done and in a rugged environment they understood the power of nature to cleanse all the land of difficulties. 

The man did not charge his visitors as he knew they were weary and looking for a place to rest. He knew there charge was their company and their price told in tales of adventures in distant far off lands in the Pacific and Oceans beyond, the travellers came on horseback and donkey believing they were looking for new lands yet often all they wound up with was sand and a saw bottom. Stirred on by members of their families the adventures never stopped and often new arrivals came to stir the mix but more often than not they were made to feel welcome though sometimes they would fight like drunk old men.

Many people would pass through the old man’s cabin and like a wise counsel he knew the power of a good imagination in his world as In mine there was no fighting, there was respect to elders and it's way business was done by communication and problems solved by diplomacy. 

Great men come and go but this man’s story was not a great one it was one of extreme ordinariness educated in a small town he struggled with education and had few friends, yet as he grew so did his confidence and belief in his ability to reason his way through difficult situations. For this man the cabin was his hideaway where he worked and rested and understood the power of belief. By share willpower alone people understood the dignity and violence that soared through his body and mind. Live dangerously they told him, no he said, I am a peaceful man and I do not wish to fight

Yet interpret ably speaking the man’s quiet existence was being disturbed by a cacophony of confused voices some from above and some from below, where were they taking him, home he believed, and yet no, new adventures awaited...