I spent my morning watching dolphins.And parsing the sounds of the sea.When the wave beats itself in
I spent my morning watching dolphins.And parsing the sounds of the sea.When the wave beats itself into the sea bed, when its weight becomes too great to sustain the curl, it crashes. When the wave is large enough, it almost cracks, like a ball on a bat.Then the fulminating hiss of the foam, and a broad, sweeping sizzle as the wave dies at the shore. Beneath it all, the eternal rumble of a sea in constant motion.And I thought about the fact that this soundtrack has played in this place for billions of years, and for billions of years before that.When Cortés raped the Aztecs, this placed sounded just like this.When Brutus betrayed Caesar.When dinosaurs lumbered.When life meant a single cell.Neither this place, nor this sound, have changed.I don’t know if that is reassuring or humbling, or both. -- source link
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