The ocean holds us, like a pool of viewing.
Within all can be seen, experienced.
The great swirls are powered by the flash of tails
As they force themselves through the deep,
Through the visions, the miracles of birth,
The despair of loss, but nature holds true,
Keeps them on the scent of instinct,
Forces them onward to hunt, to kill, to eat,
To make good on the promises of the sea
And forges them into more than a mere glimmer in the waves.
Nostradamus, French astrologer and seer, died on this day in 1566.
Ernest Hemingway, American journalist and writer, died on this day in 1961.