Today I saw the sea… A solitary figure, with rolling capital letters, Mother, Mothers – Mayas, Marys – reflected in the primal and watery substance that holds within its deep bosom the concealed origin of the most primitive forms of life. They say that Nature preserves symbols powerful enough to awaken the dormant souls of people. Seeing the sea, I understood that this is true.
For thousands of years, many people, like us today, have tried to approach the mystery of the sea and fathom the reason for its magnificent presence. For thousands and thousands of years, the sea has been associated with primal matter, with a chaotic prototype of horizontal existence, which only gains meaning when it is acted upon by a vertical impulse. And today, we gaze upon the sea from various shores, and it still presents us with the same enigmas.
The sea, infinite, ever-changing, a moving picture of eternity.
If, according to philosophers, time is a moving picture of eternity, then the sea is time. In its continuous movement, there exists the same hidden cause that directs all things towards their fulfillment. The human development progresses from minute to minute, constantly, without one moment resembling another, yet also never ceasing to be similar. There are no two identical waves, nor is the foaming of each wave the same, and the apparent calmness of its surface is equivalent to the state of alertness in a cat that crouches before seizing its prey.
The sea is eternity. In comparison to the brief flicker of breath that we humans call life, the duration of the sea is the life of the infinite. It has always been there, and even if we were to imagine the end of time, the sea would enter through the windows of our imagination and fill everything with its magnificence, just as it did at the very beginning of everything.
If, according to philosophers, constant change is the female image of Nature, an illusion in which we live, then the sea is of the feminine gender and deceitful. Its changes are unpredictable, and the enchantment of its ever-changing forms surpasses even the boldest predictions. Its numerous colors possess the intriguing nature of a female gaze – the Mother of Matter – and oscillate from the purest blue to the exotic green. is smelly and dirty. Its waves crash against the rocky shore, roaring like an angry beast. The sea is a mysterious and powerful force, unpredictable and unforgiving. It is both beautiful and terrifying, captivating and dangerous. The water is a deep, mesmerizing blue, sparkling in the sunlight. It stretches out as far as the eye can see, merging with the horizon. It is a vast expanse of endless possibilities, a gateway to unknown worlds. But beneath its surface lies a different reality. The sea is a world of its own, teeming with life and secrets. It is a delicate ecosystem, fragile and in need of protection. It is a place of beauty and wonder, where creatures of all shapes and sizes coexist. It is a source of life and inspiration, providing sustenance and livelihood to those who depend on it. The sea is a symbol of freedom and exploration, a playground for adventurers and dreamers. It is a place of escape and tranquility, where one can lose themselves in the vastness of the ocean. But it is also a place of danger and destruction, where storms rage and ships are lost. The sea is a powerful force, both awe-inspiring and humbling. It is a reminder of the forces of nature that are beyond our control.
It is young and eternal.
If, according to the words of poets, raindrops are the tears of the sky, the sea is the tear and the sky because from its mighty mass it raises the call of water vapor that rises in search of heights and not reaching the abode of the gods, returns weeping to tell its metaphysical nostalgia.
The guardian of the past and its secrets
If, according to humans, it is necessary to build bridges in order to create alliances, then the sea is the high priest of unusual ceremonies because it connects worlds and civilizations, transports people and ideas, ships and dreams, victories and conquests. At the same time, in its depths, the sea carefully preserves the vivid memory of past times, secrets that it will only reveal when man will not dive only in search of treasure, but also in search of wisdom. And that is when man, thanks to the Sea, the Mother, is both poet and philosopher.