Contemplating the eternal sea
The last couple of days we were staying at the shore of the mighty Pacific Ocean. The constantly rolling surf creates its own rhythm. Like our hearts it beats faster or slower according to circumstances.
Why do we go to the edge of the ocean? I think there is something primaeval in our urge to go and see Mother Ocean. That its where all life on Earth originated. We are land animals now, but have not forgotten where we came from. The Amniotic fluid is not dissimilar to sea water and points to our development from marine to land animals.
Waves smashing onto rocks
One can see the power of the sea while observing the waves smashing onto rocks, which are the remnants of a fiery, volcanic past. In earlier times the beach was often the starting point for a fishing exercise. Boats took off with cooperating males as crew. In other parts of the world this is still being done.
Here, where we live on the South Coast of NSW, in the Illwarra, the beach is mainly used for recreational activities. One can see not only surfers but also driftwood.
It too is a witness to a former life as a tree, from who knows where from. The edge of the ocean, the beach, is the result of the changing nature on our planet. Next morning it was gone. Drifting, of course to another destination.
Recreational users of the beach will be well familiar with a flag that symbolises so much of Australian life. It is the Life Saver’s Flag telling all it is save to surf between the two flags.
When walking along the beach one can see other elderly people contemplating. Contemplating what? Their lives, our lives. life on Earth, where it will all end? Only a couple of weeks ago there was a report and even a video why water disappeared from the surface of Mars. I think we don’t have to worry about it right now.
Here is a man, Caspar David Friedrich like, looking at the sea flanked by two young Norfolk Pines
That was last night and the setting sun turned the haze that had settled over the landscape into a mysterious veil.
In the morning, a new dawn broke and prepared a new setting all together. I was thinking, not at all morbidly, if all live came out of the ocean perhaps we should be returned to the sea when we die. I know, at funerals the clergies like to tell us, that we were made from dust and to dust we will return. But wouldn’t it make more sense to return us to the sea where all life originated?
I looked at the rising sun over the ocean and decided, I would like that when my time comes.