I promised to myself to get to the sea at least once a year. Interestingly, the sea has always delivered on the promise to grant me solace, the feeling of sublime and the feeling of infinity.

This is nothing I want to comment too deeply upon. Only that by the sea everything becomes so perfectly solemn in my system, that I even forgot how much it has always been associated in my mind with alcohol.

I forgot about the importance of alcohol in this connection. And that is a very freeing feeling.

Where do all these feelings of solace, solemnity, infinity and sublimity come from? Maybe its the same source as my love of cosmic horror and the infinity of space: The feeling of being so insignificant, that only the reduction to looking at myself and my system gives me a feeling of control. The feeling I can let myself float and set my mind free.

And, funnily, Cthulhu is not only the representation of cosmic horror and losing control of sanity, and showing the insignificance of humanity. He also is imprisoned in the depths of the ocean. So, by setting him free in my imagination is letting my mind wander and being content with the control I have over myself and my system, if I don’t have it over anything else.

Until next time, take one step at a time and keep up the faith in yourself.