the want of the ocean

it's not real till I write it down

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I don't know what it is about the sea. The first thing I think of when I think of the sea is always the vague image of something dark and moody, brooding and impenetrable, not unlike the enigmatic eyes of a person who is slowly dying. That changeless, unshakeable tranquility that comes after complete despair. Maybe it's because I have never seen something that could compare in terms of sheer immensity, except perhaps the sky. But of course the sea differs in that it has so much density. So much more pent-up energy quivering and quaking and shivering between its particles. How much of it there is and how little of it we can see - perhaps that's its most bewitching, most captivating quality.