Ichthyol Odyssey

[milo]

Oh, yes, right, still have to pay the bills.  I actually like this a lot.  Not probably for here due to the image I am going for but there is definitely a poem trapped right here in your description.

I was thinking on this last night.   My mind turned to the return journey - once the "Rarefish" has been acquired.   Then what?  
What would the freshly emerged ...and presumably healed of all ailments, (now the Ichthyol the mountain pond has done it's work) ... Rarefish do with this vitality?

Do the cares of life drop away at the summit as the face is revealed and yet the descent back home expose one to attacks?  I fear the full sailed galleon of discovery and destiny is hardly appropriate to one so enlightened and endowed with inner knowledge.   Perhaps a coracle is the vessel of choice to navigate the angular intrusions of worldliness.   To allow yourself to drift in unconnected circles of vagueness in fast flowing currents of worldliness, would be the antithesis to the drive of self discovery.

Oh, you've been bit by the bug now - there's no escaping it!  Looking forward to the poem

As to your allusion that my tender parts were previously pricked by your rough and rude mannerisms - is there no end to your boasting     

oh dear