by Ray Jason
|Ray on his birthday 2016|
A few hours into every long voyage there comes a precious moment. Most sailors pay it no heed - but I never miss it. Suddenly, the gradually thinning margin of land and sea disappears. The land has drowned. The sea surrounds. The domain of Humanity has vanished. The realm of Nature is resurrected.
Now my only companions reside in the sea and the sky. The only laws are timeless and elemental – the mighty ocean currents and the churning atmospheric systems. Most perceive this vastness as emptiness, but I see it as human-less. Such solitude - such exile - does not trouble me, it pleases me. And it allows me to glimpse the Human Project with a clarity unknown to land-dwellers.
This wet, surging enormity inspires a perspective on our species that reveals it to be both magnificent and malevolent. It harkens up both Mozart and the Mushroom Cloud. It whispers of a planet filled with riches - and the human psyche cursed with a lust for riches. It provides a long lens that helps me focus on the multi-generational march of the human caravan.