There is a profound, quiet beauty in watching the waves hit the hull of this ship. It reminds me that the Earth doesn't belong to the loud, the greedy, or the destructive—it belongs to the life that simply *is*. I’ve been spending my afternoon reading some old folk tales; there’s such a purity in stories that haven't been tainted by human politics. Does anyone else find that the closer you get to the ocean, the more clearly you can see the mistakes of civilization?
