There are no boundaries in the real Planet Earth. No United States, no Russia, no China, no Taiwan. Rivers flow unimpeded across the swaths of continents. The persistent tides, the pulse of the sea do not discriminate; they push against all the varied shores on Earth.
A great sea fog is not homogenous–its density varies: it is honeycombed with streets, it has its caves of clear air, its cliffs of solid vapour, all shifting and changing place with the subtlety of legerdemain.
The fog was where I wanted to be. Halfway down the path you can’t see this house. You’d never know it was here. Or any of the other places down the avenue. I couldn’t see but a few feet ahead. I didn’t meet a soul. Everything looked and sounded unreal. Nothing was what it is. That’s what I wanted—to be alone with myself in another world where truth is untrue and life can hide from itself. Out beyond the harbor, where the road runs along the beach, I even lost the feeling of being on land. The fog and the sea seemed part of each other. It was like walking on the bottom of the sea. As if I had drowned long ago. As if I was the ghost belonging to the fog, and the fog was the ghost of the sea. It felt damned peaceful to be nothing more than a ghost within a ghost.
I thought of you and how you love this beauty,
And walking up the long beach all alone
I heard the waves breaking in measured thunder
As you and I once heard their monotone.
Around me were the echoing dunes, beyond me
The cold and sparkling silver of the sea —
We two will pass through death and ages lengthen
Before you hear that sound again with me.
― Sara Teasdale
Meet Ray Ives, who has been diving into the sea since 1965. For many years he was a professional diver working for salvage and oil companies. Now he devotes his time to underwater exploring and treasure seeking. He has a wonderful collection of things pulled from beneath the waters, some of it valuable, all of it precious to him. He speaks of the lure of glittering metal that keeps one digging until the very last breath of air is in the line. “Everybody wants gold and a mermaid.” Now he is retired and has all he wants, the sea, his collection, a modest boat for fishing, diving, and taking the young ladies out for a “look ’round”, and enough money for “ice cream once a week and a pint of beer.” What a delightful modern day pirate! This short film by Danny Cooke, Ray: A Life Underwater, will make you smile and might even make you feel a little jealous.
The fishermen know that the sea is dangerous and the storm terrible, but they have never found these dangers sufficient reason for remaining ashore.
-– Vincent van Gogh