Dusk at Turquoise Lake
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A substance of no certain known properties hurls cascadingly across the dimensional space quadrant at triplonic the speed of light. ‘I’ has no identity of itself … in the self-consciousness of I/Me. It follows a path marked by an initial beginning that only the birth of its motion could testify to its raison d’etre.
Of course, the path of any and all things is faced with change. This substance of no certain known properties obeys the laws of physics and likewise, along its journey, reflects the evolution of existing mass properties, married to the unnamed elements of its own discovery.
Yet according to the reasoning mind of the human element, logic aside, man and some lower forms of life…?… have the ability to consciously observe the changes of “the effectual panorama of its own existence.” Man alone has the ability to calculate the cause and effect (s) that eventuate the end mean of its own discovery … that, often, an ugly affair and oft times leads to the disintegration of the body … the vehicle that enables the consciousness to travel.
Does having a consciousness mean to eventually have the right to take suicidal prerogative to heart? I don’t know. Do you suppose there has been sincere cause for one to exterminate the body and move the consciousness forward to a new destiny? I suppose history is full of these questionable acts of release.
This substance of no certain known properties (SONCKP) triplonically warps the dimension of space, filling it momentarily and then, fractions of immeasurable, infinitesimal, units later … the path is history. Was the path relevant to this SONCKP or to some greater influence? I mean, why is anything anywhere any when every when all the time?
You see how large that question is? So how can the conscious mind of men/women go outward to answer this fat, expansive question when, because he/she/or it has a conscious mind, it is limited to its own contemplated properties and basically predictable path? Well, I do not know. One thing I do know, water seeks its own level.
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Dusk at Turquoise Lake is about the mystique of any given day. It is an exhilarating exploration about life, love, yearning, and retrospection.
Two lovers displaced by their careers and life paths live on different continents. During their separation, the author refuses to lapse into zombiesque depression. Instead, he writes to his beloved as an attempt to dissolve the time and space between them.
Though separated from their mutual breath, he delves into the nature of things, whether through conceptual, spiritual or personal experience. What unfolds is an extraordinary journey that unleashes creativity and insight. He paints emotions, deep and penetrating ideas, and conceptual and spiritual philosophies that will either draw them together or pull them apart.
The author's lilting prose chronicles the pain of absence, gentle acceptance and insightful understanding of separation and unity, fate and destiny.
Dusk at Turquoise Lake is a time capsule. It is a love story that began years ago, which is both personal and universal. It brings the author to the present, most certainly altered, more mature, and deepened.
For any explorer of the heart and soul, Dusk at Turquoise Lake is a journey that opens a pathway to self-discovery and reflection on life's only true work - to love and be loved.
About the Author
Marvin T. Miles is a poet, author, educator, and global citizen. Born and raised in New York, he studied dramatic arts, English literature, and psychology. Miles currently resides in Vienna, Austria, where he teaches, writes and travels.