The Certain Black Book--A Look into the Abyss

As he started penning in his journal, he put his pen down and started to ponder… what was it? The Gold he had misplaced. The suspense grew as he could only envision the outcome after outcome wondering--why and how--he came to a conclusion of His Death.

Who was he? When did he come about. The Sea stole it. He laughed firmly to himself. That dive could have killed him if he went in for that weight. Why couldn't he grow stronger? Swim uphill or figure out a new way to band a bobsled. Regardless, his mind was always "whirling"...you know, whatever you call it.

Ah, the time was fruitful for a Fruit. He grabbed a Granny Smith Apple, that he ever so gently placed into the fruit bowl the day before. He never knew what he would come across, for it was always a fun exploration, a hunt, ...finding random gems as they seemed to beckon Him.

He spun the apple from the stem as he raised it--staring at it; Ah, if only that piece was that light...but then how could I have held it, he threw it up into the air and caught it with a Firm Right. Quite a Throw. Upwards, of course--And Onward was his day.

He decided to see where his Trek took him today, the green apple seemed to glow in his hand. The blue sky seemed to carry him off into the distance--Lucky Him!--so he could admire the Sea once more. How far the distance!

Could his gear hold up in the Seven Seas?

There, He perched along the "Mellow," the White Rock narrowing his path, as it helped as a stronghold to lean against...especially when eating an apple.

He surveyed his site, knowing there was Research always ready to lead him into a new Day. For sometimes, his Travels were spontaneous, just pick-up-and-go. This one, He knew, just by the "feeling of the sea," the 'studies' of the weather...that is, the Expectation of the "weather" (why of course), and what was to come up in his Era of Nice.

Nice Find, that is. Most of his finds landed in the most renowned History Museums around the World, observed by Historians and Appreciated by Many. Why Then, who was soon to be fortunate to see what the Sea had Sunk, or merely when It decided when to show that finding to the World once more.

His Black Book, frought with sketches, research details, scribblings of afar, told him many when he was ready to open it...but moreso, it was about the moving forward.. to simply understand the details on a "comeback" look when He was willing to do so. That is, go Reverse on the pages...to catch a gander at an deeper understanding of future response. Ah, the History.

The Waters edge called him further into the shores, on the mistrust that the Rise was a Strong one Today.

But...he couldn't wait to figure out a new way of exploration. Like a Satellite Reaching Far into the Seas, from Space willingly-and easily- reading like a metal detector from The Heavens. Narrowing direct Locations, with precision, The Treasures Soon to be Found, Ready to be Announced to the World.

Ah, the Dreamer mind, ready to take-off with an idea and see it to completion.

In all of his Days of Research, he created Many of Inventions, his Black Book--at the Heart of it...but not necessarily, it was (and is) much more. Oh, so much more.

The Wind grew Stronger as Advertised. Expectations are a funny thing...especially for Weather.

He secured His Black Book in His Case as he admired the Narrows, so firmly planted along the cliffside. His mind Jumped back to the Gold. He had to lay it there, the visions of the Sea Savior, knowing He lived Better Days.

Ah, but isn't it a better Day? And that it was for the pounding sea, uplifted from the sea a silver gleam--but wait, this object was not of Silver, but Gold!! He ran forward, despite the gushing winds, the rain, the Seas carrying it off and protruding it back and forth, to realize that it was of a Dimension unknown.

The Narrows surround him, protecting Him. The Seas, at ease with each Breath as he awaited the object to swim to Land. And there, the clank of the object reborn from the Sea. As if, the Savior of the Sea was there Himself.

The Day it was lost, the gleaming gold object was a mirror of Time and he witnessed this machine come to life in front of his eyes. To tell him the ways of the Mirror. The Object Gold, the Sincerity True. "Of the Inventor." "Of the Inventor," He said to Himself. He was ready to go back in time and reflect upon his Black Book of Today's Discovery. The One and Only Mirror of Time.

Through a day and more, he came to realize each part as it lit him a new way. To build that Satellite was a success. That was no way near what he had in his Grasp.

The Narrows of the Sea showed him where he would showcase this remarkable creation. This Faithful Day in which the Savior of the Sea saved Him. For it was him, the Savior of the Sea, showing him the way. Beyond a Guardian, but a Tell of the Way to Remarkable Finds. And thus, his Era of Nice, so forth begun. His Black Book, with added pages, on to a New Adventure.

The Day was Ripe, this time, it was ready for a Red Delicious. Apple, that is. That Upward Stroke, the On, and therefore, on to an Onward Day.