Ocean Poem by William McGehee

The ocean is the bound of the finite and the beginning of the infinite. Oh, man has, for the span of a few milinia, been free upon the waves, but not always so.

Imagine the wonder bestowed upon the first sapian to stumble upon the shore, spear in hand, and gaze into what must have seemed the void.

He must have felt that he was looking, if not upon the gods, then on the place of their dwelling. The water met the sand at the line where his reach ended, and he could not see, could not know what was beyond.

Then there must have stired in him that fire that separates him from the rest of creation, that fire that make him more: The fire to both create gods and conquer them.

It is the destiny of man to do both.