By popular demand of my brother, this edition of Dolphin Address is dedicated to my very best friend, me.
To begin with, a medical update. For my own ease of mind and in line with my excellent physical condition, I have adopted the view in which my kidneys are in the excellent care of the renal clinic in Galway. They feel very much in their niche there and I go over every six weeks to visit them.
As for my psychic condition, I now reap the harvest of 36 years of being bi-polar. In those days, weeks, months and years I have expertly fine-tuned my skills in seeking either pleasure or pain in the commonest of everyday occurrences. Since I have regained control over my focus, pleasures have become presents instead of obsessions, while fears are wrapped in reasoning. My lust for life pretty well blooms while my attention branches out and flourishes.
In the altar ego department, friends have offered my self-respect down to Narcissism, whereas I myself find only a slight bias in the ripple on my waterhole soul.
I find my vocation in the call of beauty and ultimate pleasure in sharing my answer. My empathy is not limited to my own species. In the early stage of Dusty's anticipated pregnancy I subconsciously carved a fetal dolphin (DEA 30-2009) and of recent I have developed an uncanny preference for gherkins.
As I drink a lot of limestone-saturated water the calcium therein has made my skeleton indestructible. My skin has absorbed so much salt from the sea that it will mummify. Until last November I used to be stoned on such a regular basis as to blend in perfectly with the prevailing landscape.
But I recognised my 19 to 61 year-old spell of soft drug use as just a phase I went through mainly to dull the meanest edges of my md-affliction and now proudly enjoy the benefits of a sober mind. The so revered inspiration would last me about half an hour, whereafter the loss of instant memory would take over and finally ease me into a dreamless sleep. Now each night when closing my eyes in glee I wonder what dreams will be on in my private theater this night. And as for the inspiration, what I lost in rapture I have gained in self-confidence and stamina.
It may come as no surprise that in spite of a massive lack of worldly possessions I consider myself among the wealthiest of the nation and it's all tax-free. I live in the most beautiful place in the world and it's rent-free.
I can afford in free will to meet only nice people.
All this feel-good I'm committing to my e-book. Here too I can make the most of something I have plenty of and which is for free as well, time.
Though it may look like I'm living in the Stone Age, thanks to broadband I have become aware of how the digital book is acquiring an unprecedented surplus value over its physical predecessor. Not only can I incorporate hundreds of photos and videos, I also can organise the content in such fashion that everyone can follow links after personal preference and moreover with questions and comments of their own can contribute to updates. This could crystallize into a user forum that in various ways is concerned with interactive dolphins.
The foundation is there, 293 editions of Dolphin Address, the technology is available, the organisation is the most natural, the voyage from question to answer, in principle everyone can contribute material and avail of it after content and spirit and, maybe the most important, that a combination of human interactive ability can be deployed in a dialogue with ambassador dolphins.
This is a wake-up call to dolphin dream time.