The sea's onIy gifts are harsh bIows and, occasionaIIy, the chance to feeI strong. Now, I don't know much about the sea, but l do know that that's the way it is here. And l also know how important it is in Iife not necessariIy to be strong, but to feeI strong,
to measure yourseIf at Ieast once, to find yourseIf at Ieast once in the most ancient of human conditions, facing the bIind, deaf stone aIone with nothing to heIp you but your hands and your own head.
On the beach at night alone,
As the old mother sways her to and fro singing her husky song,
As I watch the bright stars shining, I think a thought of the clef of the universes and of the future.
All nations, colors, barbarisms, civilizations, languages,
All identities I hat have existed or may exist on this globe, or any globe,
All lives and deaths, all of the past, present, future,
This vast similitude spans them, and always has spann'd,
And shall forever span them and compactly hold and enclose them.