So why does the ocean call us back? We
left it so long ago, when we were only fish. How has that memory
propagated itself down all those eons? Through age after age, we
remember something of our beginnings in the green soup, and feel the
urge to go back there.
It is in the sound that we hear when
the waves are close. It is in that smell, which exists only where
sea and land come together, that tiny fragment of Earth known as
shore. It is in the sight of the waves rising and falling, moving in
and out with the tides.
It is in the knowing that the depths
hold mystery and wonder. It is in knowing that the darkness of the
sea is different than the darkness of nights on land. To go to
places the sun has never touched and never will. To go to places
where the heat and blood of the Earth is what sustains and creates
life. To go to places where the rules are different, where giants
swim and where life literally floats all around you.
That pull is in us, the plasma in our
veins nearly identical to seawater. Our genes remember, our bones,
skin and hearts. All that pulling, put under the name of Ocean, of
Neptune, of Sea.
We all will walk there again, somehow,
pulled in molecules to its embrace, or the few who will as humans
descend into it and see why Atlantis was the least of the wonders of
the sea.
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