Rule 4 states that if you’re going to do anything, make sure to do it from beginning to end. Do not do it peacemeal.

The Age needs life. Life that continues the subtle themes.

Today was the day. The 44th president was sworn in. I was somewhat concerned that some hateful nut would attempt to attack Mr. Obama before he could officially be sworn in, but I’m glad to hear that it went off without any problems. Will mentioned he was attending the inauguration. I hope he’s enjoying himself.

Island.

It’s the word I first wrote to test my ability to Write. It seems only fitting to use it now. A small fragment of land, surrounded on all sides by the vastness of the ocean. It makes me realise how much is hidden. How little I know.

It isn’t a negative feeling, more of a realisation that there is always more to experience. Humbling would be a better way to put it.

That is what I want all visitors to this place to feel. Not the limitations of what they can see, but the infinite possibility of what they can not!

The light of the moon, reflecting off the ocean. It’s one of those sights that still takes my breath away.

I want others to see it as well, in the perfect setting, against the canvas painted sky.

This is my Age. This is my first creation.

I have returned to the Cavern, now that the holidays are over. For the most part I actually enjoyed myself. The weeks I’ve spent with my Mother, discussing her explorations throughout the world have filled me with inspiration. To some degree even Father’s advice and lessons have helped! It’s still somewhat vague, but much less so than it was before I left

This Age doesn’t need a Journey to take, no locked doors or mechanical puzzles. Nothing to figure out. Just a place to allow the mind to wander, and marvel at the beauty of the world.

Perhaps that is its own journey. To find one’s place in the great vastness.

I’ve always loved the moon. When it’s full, it casts such a glow that you can see just as clear as day. It lights up the night, without bringing attention to itself. Subtle and beautiful. The light is cool, a pale creamy yellow. That light can make the most mundane seem mysterious and magical.

If only it were a full moon every night.

I’m terrible at buying gifts. How do you buy something for those that already have everything? At least the dinner was good. Marge made an amazing meal for the three of us. There was no way we could finish all of it. I haven’t eaten so well in a long time!

I attempted to convince my family to allow Marge and the other help to eat with us this year, but they wouldn’t hear of it.

I would have at least thought Mother would accept the idea.

How disappointing.

Mother has been telling me stories about many places in the past few days, but none of them really stuck out. In fact a lot of the little townships she has been particularly excited about all sort of blended together in my mind.

But tonight she talked about Cairo! Egypt! She has so many wonderful pictures from Cairo, I questioned her for hours! She was so proud of herself for riding camels everywhere. Poor camels!

She was allowed to enter King Tutankhamun’s tomb! She walked across the sands, above the sleeping kings of the great ages of Egypt! Visited the great pyramids!

What an experience. I know Mother enjoyed herself, but I’m convinced I would have appreciated it more.

[caption id="attachment_718" align="alignright" width="150" caption="A painted sky"][/caption]Mother has even visited the tiny islands that dot our planet. Apparently Bermuda is only 20 miles long! A small spit of land in the middle of the Atlantic, apparently the result of an underwater volcano millions of years ago!

Mother says that the country is 1st-World, with a bustling tourism and economic sector. She began to ramble on about the wonderfully charming British shops, but I forced myself to interrupt her and focus her attention on the island itself.

My mother has an amazing eye for sunset photographs. I took several of the best ones, as I have never been priviledge to witnessing such an amazing display. There are also several beaches with “natural arches” made of eroded limestone. I have never seen anything like them! Father chimed in to mention that sadly they were destroyed a few years ago by a particularly terrible hurricane.

Apparently Bermuda has a gorgeous cave system, but not surprisingly, I had little interest in hearing about them.