Aislamiento y el Oceano
¿Si podríamos viajar el mundo por pie, siéntase la presencia del sol tan íntimamente, el dolor en músculos, la sed -- apreciaríamos nosotros la vida más? ¿Si podríamos andar de un continente al próximo, tomaría el vecino un nuevo significado? ¿Podemos nosotros, quizás, movemos de esa palabra al "hermano"?
Fascination with the ocean usually begins with admiration, even fear, but it ends with separation. The earth may have once been covered in water, but humanity has since held on to life under it, never feeling a desire to emerge with the land. Maybe the earth was never meant to evolve. After all, things aren't so rigid under water; there is no such thing as boundaries there. But man has felt the need to isolate himself, to constitute a "versus". We rose from the sea out of self-ambition. We thought we were greater than our Host. Even then we were not satisfied, and there was conflict among the earth's land. When the continents separated, they split the soul of man as well.
When we stand in awe at the edge of the waters, perhaps what we are really feeling is nostalgia for a world we once remembered but have long since forgotten. The fear we feel is emerging from a place deep inside of ourselves, mourning for the loss of self. The shells we collect and place in bottles are mirrors into a world where man was solid, content. We remember we have come so far from solidarity.
The ocean kept us from expanding our self-destructive empire by placing itself in the sky; and now, with the clouds, we are surrounded by water though we have grown so distant from its touch.
