Monday, 11 July 2011
The dreamer and the giant...
It's one of those circumstances, I'd say, where being disabled actually *helps* to step away a little from all the furious mix of noise, unstoppable movement and do-not-think-too-much-just-have-fun stuff (that we all like to have once in a while, by the way... me included! ^_^) usually involved with sea... and paying attention to all those aspects that are always there but that ends being in the background.
Thinking about the horizon, about what for ages moved something in brave men's heart wondering what could eventually lie beyond that mass of sea and then actually taking the courage to leave the shore and face the fear of the unknown and the wildness of Nature... thinking about all the stories and legends and epics and myths those men wrote with their own lives and with the risks they took the responsibility of... thinking about sailing throught its surface for months and months, with the good and the bad weather and realizing that that just has so many similarities in common with our Life... thinking about all of the wonders actually resting in the most absolute silence at the bottom of it: sunken ships hiding how knows what treasures (historically and artistically talking), (often giant) ruins of more or less forgotten civilizations... thinking about the (mostly still unknown) forms of life living, swimming, crawling, eating, mating, fighting, dying down there, away from our sight and our thoughts as much as they have been doing for billions years and as they'll go on doing after us...
...and then, even more, taking it surreal and thinking about the sea as a murmuring giant, now gently now furiously telling its countless stories and legends... and the sirens in the fog piercing the silence with their horns as primeval creatures declaring and asserting their existence... and let's talk about staying out in a courtyard or near the beach at evening and pointing your eyes up there and with some kind of guide (a specific handbook, Google Skymap or whatever) and giving the proper names to the stars and planets slightly shining up there... isn't that a cool trip for your imagination?
Ok, I'll be honest: there's the fun too, the girls (too timid for to actually dare to try some conversation...), the sea food (slurp!), the smell in the air...
But, to me, the power of sea on my imagination is what surpasses all of the other aspects!
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