From: The Chase- Third Day
"Now small fowls flew screaming over the yet yawning gulf; a sullen white surf beat against its steep sides; then all collapsed, and the great shroud of the sea rolled on as it rolled five thousand years ago."
Here ends my latest reading of Moby-Dick. I began this reading acknowledging we were living in a time of angst, but haven't all times have their angst?
This last line (not including the epilogue) of the book always sneak up on me. Each time I read it I am gut-punched with the truth. Drama is always alive in the world. Horrific acts, terrifying news, the earth seems shaken. Then, the sea rolls on. As it always has. We board new ships for new adventures, tell new tales and try to make sense of it all.
Until next time.