“I must be a mermaid, Rango. I have no fear of depths and a great fear of shallow living.”
The sky or sea, asks Plinky.
hark, now hear the sailors cry,
smell the sea, and feel the sky
let your soul & spirit fly, into the mystic…”
The Horizon…, where the mirage of their meet occurs, for I am the daughter of the wind God, (no not hot air) born on the town by the sea.
I belong to the tribe of people who followed the Guru who was believed to be empowered by Lord of winds himself. He calmed the ragging sea with the way of stole.
Yet I know it is not the sky, but the wind that rules me, the air, and sea.
The sky makes no distinction of the east and west, people create it out of their own mind and believe them to be true. Sky is the bread of the eyes.
But Victor Hugo has got it wrong when he says there is one spectacle grander than the sea that is the sky, though the other part of it is true, there is one spectacle grander than the sky. That is the interior of the soul.
There is something about the sea, it is the soothing, and it is strength. My husband’s guru told him when you want strength look the mountains, but if you want calmness look at the sea – all silver and shadow and visions of things not seen. We would not enjoy its loveliness any more if we had millions of dollars and ropes of diamonds!!
Like Cecelia Ahern states in The Gift.—there is a magic about the sea. People are drawn to it. People wanted to love by it, swim in it, play in it, and look at it. It was a living thing as unpredictable as a great stage actor. It could be calm and welcoming, opening its arms to embrace its audience one moment but then explode its stormy tempers, flinging people around, wanting them out, attacking coastlines, breaking down islands. It has a playful side too, as it enjoyed the crowd, tossed the children about, knocked lilos over, tipped over windsurfers, and occasionally gave sailors helping hands; all done with a secret chuckle.
Remember what Rick Rirodon said in The Lightening Thief? The sea does not like to restrained.