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.
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A refined poetic imagination, William M. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.