There’s a nautical term I’m thinking about tonight from my days of sailing.  It’s the time between high and low tides, the ebb and the flow.  When the seas don’t pull or push yet sit quiet for a second or two.   

It’s the flux between the coming and going of gravitational forces that’s almost entirely theoretic and a scientific impossibility since nature knows no true homeostasis and if it did, only fleetingly so.  

But It’s the question we wake up to every morning but don’t know how to go to sleep with every night. 

We all search for the Slack Tides of our existence.