And Man built his bridges where there were islands.
And adorned the water with boats.
And the rigging of halyard lines became the singing of birds.
And water against the hull became the sound of rolling waves.
And Man made his own stars with the lights above his mast and the flashing lamps above channel markers.
And Man learned he could be alone here – at sea and on the water. Man learned he could live in a place he did not belong but for by the inventions of his own hand.
And in doing so Man became as hopeful as a sailboat coming into port.