Black ink on paper

Somewhere... 
Cool breezes and calming sea waters lap at the pylons that support your hand-built home. No troubles reside here. All is peaceful for you and your neighbors. Fresh water and natural foods are abundant; you want for nothing and give back more than you take. You are accepted and are an integral part of all flora and fauna; all you are one and perfectly placed - you do not question. Whatever is, is. It is as it should be or already has been.

Your labor is easy and enjoyable. Life is always meaningful. The air you breath is meditation. You have no need to climb that mountain; you climb it if there's a desire to be on a journey not to get to the top. You sail, if you like towards the horizon on the sea only to float on its back and not to arrive somewhere where you're not.