Of Ether Bridges Built

What Is The Meaning Of This?

A Preface

This is another "story" for the graveyard, basically. It is a mish-mash of unrealized wholes which may or may not paint a shared, let alone ragtag, significance. Honestly, you can blame the 600 word minimum for submissions for it. Some things simply don't need all that much space to speak.

That's all that needs to be said, really, no "pun" or otherwise intended. The point simply stands in practice; in principle; at attention.

For what it's worth, I hope you enjoy it. Even the minutest parts of it all.

Thank you for your continued support, no matter how "formed".

- Z

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Twinkling Lights; Like Keys Of Ivory Upon The Night

To What Tune Do They Sound?

Chained we are, we creatures to, the workings of:

the system;

the Universe;

reality's subjective clouds.

Strongest proof whose soul is question,

Haunted eyes, spill forth the truth;

What do you make of that sparkling light, bobbing to and fro beyond the trees?

The Passageway From Here To There

The Tune Of Sacred Bookends

Here.

And now.

Title Commissary

Practice: to lose;

Love: to loss;

More: to less;

Sell: to roam;

Soul: to lore;

Seal: to pact, and price;

Rush & Tumble In The Vault

The Fore-Note To An Excerpt

Within the bounds of darkened space, atoms longing onward. With dampened might they pine for presence, nurture kept, daring history's vulturous grasp.

But bloodline was no more; for decades past, and those to come. Of divergent lines, little was known, for sought none had for reclamation; for stately Manor or diverse lands; for their slew of prominent miscellany. All that remained otherwise was space, and it held strong to lust, shining exuberant and ever-constant beyond the unchained façade of sea-blue glass windows.

And then came the vault, and everything changed.

Now, against what may be argued was undebatable, the vault in its initial conception was actually bandied forth by the second youngest member of the residing family, a child by the name of Wilson Abergrast. A precocious lad with tastes no less eclectic, the self-professed "Ilsy" had taken it upon himself to persuade his father to construct it, offering his own committal through any and all obstacles.

Despite the immense fortune and labor base at his discretion (through the decades-long growth of the "family business"), his father was never one to take such matters lightly, remaining disagreeable for a good long time before making even a single marked decision.

He had, in fact, brushed the eager plights of his son away like crumbs, sweeping away any and all traces for the large part of four years. Of a mind that enough time had passed that his son's vision had withered away, ill-deserved confidence had gotten the best of him, and any choice outside of commitment would have been unwise.

But as excavations began, and new life was stirred in the old walls of the Manor, completion was anything but a far-gone dream. What had started as a commitment of son and father shortly became a goal of current and promised heritage, the space slowly and surely rising higher and higher within the hierarchy of their hearts.

Every week brought a larger and larger expanse. Eventually, it came to the point that electrical wiring had to be routed in to provide adequate lighting to continue. What started as a close-knit operation ultimately became an external affair, even evoking something of a buzz within the community.

A sum total of fourteen months crawled by as the space was gutted, edged, and refined. In celebration for completion, posh revelries were hosted, with some distant associations wholly uprooted in turn. One in particular[...]

"Ago"

Hello Everyone!!!

I am pleased to officially announce with you all the existence of my first official publication with "Excerpts From Seashell Island, Book I: Stirrings In The Night"!

Now, you may be wondering why I italicized the title, and also put it into quotes.

It's probably redundant, really, but it mainly supports the idea that it is really the first part of an omnibus. In my case, an experiment in allowing my desire to build out a particular world to, for want of a more sophisticated term, exhaustion.

Of course, it also reflects my desire to get at least one publication out there so that I can begin building an audience and following so I can influence others in a way so as to cover myself financially in the process. I certainly do not intend to live the rest of my life just working for money. I would rather put hard effort and precious time into designing art that brings me a sense of accomplishment, pride, bliss, purpose, satisfaction, etc.

Because I don't live near any of you (at least the odds say so, as I certainly have not given my address or city of origin out on here, and neither have you all, I am sure, lol), I won't get into the specifics about selling copies directly to you for less. You will have to go through Barnes & Noble if you would like a copy. You may search for the title through Google and find the page.

(EDIT: I did post a direct link to the book page here, but out of respect for Vocal--because I am not sure if it goes against Vocal's standards of submissions, conduct, what have you--it will be up to you to search it out for yourself.)

(As of 07/26/2024: The book is currently off-market.)

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Now, [to fill the remainder of space necessary for 600 words,] I will sort of rehash my inspiration(s) behind the project, ideas and concepts which I touch upon in the book. So, in a way, it kind of gives you a further sneak peek at the book, so it's not quite pointless in that way.

Basically, the idea to base a story on an island came about in part because of where I grew up. In the same vein as Stephen King did with Derry/Bangor and Maine at large (for one), Lovecraft did with Rhode Island/Massachusetts and his own fictional settings, et al, I have an appreciation for my hometown and some of its aspects which inspired me to use them as--you guessed it--inspiration.

The project as a whole really began to gain traction, too, when I finally decided to buy a handheld camcorder, something I had been dreaming of doing ever since I saw my Dad using his when I was a kid. Of course, mine was a 4K Sony Handycam, and I used it throughout the first year of the COVID pandemic to gain footage for a film I have yet to finish...

But that clarification doesn't necessarily matter too much ~ I wanted to work those things in there somewhere, at least, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha.

As I have said before, I don't plan on suffering the rest of my life with a 9-5 that amounts to nothing but missed grandeur and retirement at 65. I mean, WHO CARES???

At least: who really NEEDS to care about that?

Live NOW. Build a legacy NOW. Build lucrative side-hustles and long-term passive incomes NOW.

A 401K is nice. Sure. If you can see into the future and know you'll still be alive by the time you're 65.

But me...

I'll take 4K now over that; any day; any time.

It is number 01 to me.

Lol.

\m/, <3 B']

Here is to your happiness.

May you build your healthy legacy of happiness...NOW.

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Later

The Eye In The Sky

Probing For Fate

You may not know this about me, but I am constantly snapping photos of Nature--most often the sky. And not for any old reason, mind you, nor for "any old form". Having either trained my mind to find parallels, or simply of the sort to perceive such things, the payload of my eye is the "normal" betwixt the "normal"; the "illusion" amongst its ilk. To put it a mite less metaphorically, but no less dramatically, I might relay it as glimpsing human collateral amongst the clouds.

A question of anthropomorphism, by and large.

Admittedly, I can't quite profess what my deepest drive is in pursuing such things. It may be on par with a desire for reassurance in agent(s) of the beyond; of proof of incontestable comfort--perhaps wisdom. It may even be out of a simpler desire for acclaim for my own personal findings. Whatever the case, there is a wealth of significance to be found for me in the realm of such a venture. I would just like to be able to bring some of that goodness closer to "home", you know?

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Last, But Not Least...

A Reverence To Irreverence

* (My Thoughts On Deadpool & Wolverine -- No Spoilers Intended) *

I really only wanted to say how wonderful my experience was last night. From throwing my hands upward and outward to clap in praise at the re-appearance of a particular character after x amount of time and the like, [to the unspeakable feeling(s) which blossomed within me, to the indescribable zeitgeist of my being,] it was a momentous occasion in numerous ways, and such a precious melding and meeting of elements of time and space and reality.

These words are probably hits and misses (and I mean aims and misses), but they speak to that which lies beyond, and that is probably as necessary as they shall ever need to be.

That's all I'll say about any of that.