If you don’t know about it, you can’t worry about it. If you don’t see it, it doesn’t exist. We humans live mainly on land. The Ocean is there, she gives us the water we need to live, as well as life and plenty of myths. We eat fish at a beach-side terrace. We stare at the waves as melancholy rages within us, even if the emptiness of the horizon remains a fairly abstract concept. Some of us swim, fish, sail, or try to stand up straight on a piece of wood in seemingly gentle waves. The Ocean is. A hidden world, invisible to us, simple mortals. The Sea giveth and the Sea taketh away. She doesn’t think. She is. There’s no wave that complains about another wave or a lack of space or too much noise. She is patient and merciless and always surprised that we still don’t realise how brilliant and amazing the water cycle actually is and how she can serve humanity as a metaphor for harmonious, obvious universal unity. Random, different undefinable molec...