wednesday, june 28, 2000
i never think of life without remembering the ocean. it is an emblem for me, of the depth and tumult of my feelings, of how my life broke out of my skin and beyond itself into an unknown, primal realm. the ocean does not signify anything whimsical, cheap, romantic, or self-indulgent. it signifies the true mysteries, not the mystifying ones. it signifies the light years between galaxies, as well as ones tie to everything on earth. it signifies ones tie to the enormity of being, to the mystery of this universe--stars, moon, sun, black holes, rings around saturn. it makes one aware that this universe is a tapestry of the most awesome magnificence. it does compel awe.
it has always been to me, the ocean, overwhelming, monstrous, deep, dark, green and black, so foreign that it requires respect, silence, humility. it is boundless and deep, no human sense of time can circumscribe it, it rumbles with cavernous sounds, it is filled with grotesque forms, luminous colors, shapes that defy imagination. all of the life in it is menacing, compelling, exquisite, with nothing consoling.
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