“Crossing the line” to a small boat sailer means one thing – crossing the Equator in either direction. It is a chance (excuse?) to drink slightly more than normal whilst at the same time pouring alcohol into the sea as a “thank you” gift to Neptune, Poseidon or any of the sea Gods, for a safe passage thus far and to ask for similar as you sail towards your destination.
But “crossing the line” also has far more sinister connotations – moving as I wrote in a recent article from doing your “one gram of good” – towards temptations. I am not literally saying sip soup with the devil, as he is nowhere and everywhere. Buried inside us, his greatest wish is to get out. In some it is buried deep, in others not so. And it’s (comparatively) easy to cross the line in this sense; perhaps we do so every day in some mild form.
But if we are to go down the road towards severe temptation - to sip soup at his table - beware for there is no turning back. And if you do honour his invitation….TAKE A LONG SPOON… and keep your distance!
Until next time (and at a better table perhaps),
Peripatetic Scribe
There is an old song which says that if you eat with the devil, you get what you need rather than what you want. I would add - you often get what you deserve! P.S.
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