So we beat on, boats against the current, ceaselessly into the past, so says Nick Carraway recalling Jay Gatsby’s faith in a future that will bring him his dream, Daisy Buchanan and everything she stands for. We are all Gatsby’s muse, longing for a far away ship that will carry us to our promised land.
The land is not enough, it represents the past or the present. The future is the ship on the vast ocean blue that represents our hopes and dreams.
Sitting on the porch at day’s end viewing the sun glinting off the ocean, my wife said, This is what vacations in Maine are for, and I replied, completing her thought, absolutely nothing, to sit and Think of things that matter not and mean everything.