
| "I cannot recall the time before rising. When I rose, I knew for the first time. I knew forces under me, over me, and inside me, part of a great mass pushing and heaved up and out of the sea. Nothing remains the same after such upheaval. Whereas before I knew only the pressure and protection of the depths, now I am beset by winds, rains, and the insistent warming of the sun. And the tides. The tides! A pulling and a pushing. A yearning and a rejection. Hour after hour, centuries of pressure, millennia of forces from out and from within. How could I stay? How could I resist? To be rended by fault and by fissure and then pulled. To be my own mass. To finally feel the tides and the kiss of the sea all around me. And here I am. An island all my own. Subject to the same forces that birthed me. The same pressures that made me break away. Can you see how I move? How I rise and how I sink? Lashed and assaulted by everything. Held by nothing." - Scott Godard - |