The Daily Dick: Musing in a Time of Angst
"The first boat we read of, floated on an ocean, that with Portuguese vengeance had whelmed a whole world without leaving so much as a widow. That same ocean rolls now; that same ocean destroyed the wrecked ships of last year. Yea, foolish mortals, Noah’s flood is not yet subsided; two thirds of the fair world it yet covers."
I rarely think of animated kid’s flicks, like An American Tail, but I do when the lyric in the song “Somewhere Out There” comes on:
“And even though I know how very far apart we are It helps to think we might be wishin' on the same bright star And when the night wind starts to sing a lonesome lullaby It helps to think we're sleeping underneath the same big sky”
Melville seems to capture that emotion when he writes of how the ocean is the same ocean from when Noah leashed a flood upon us. The universality of the sense of life and nature and time is what appeals to me about Moby-Dick. We may all touch the same ocean one day. I hope so anyway.