Ocean

I am terrified when I think upon the vastness of the ocean, I am reminded most assuredly of my own inferiority. How small I am in comparison, how easily I could be swallowed up, yet I feel compelled to jump in, my arms spread wide, hoping somehow to hold it and to be held within.

"A fish swims in the sea yet the sea is in a certain sense contained within the fish. Oh what am I to think of what the writings of a thousand lifetimes could not explain if all the forest trees were pens and all the oceans ink?"