The ocean

Wide, vast, and seemingly infinite, it streaches as a nebulous, dark plain to the darkened horizon. The solemn, perfect line that separates sky from sea seems to silently utter ancient and profound things that far surpass words. It speaks with a calm, heartless tone of timeless intelligence, and seems obviously aware of its own indisputable dignity and poise as it silently urges me to join it. To go back to the churning, moving, source of  life that breathes and consumes and creates with an infinite, raw power. It is where life began, and more than likely, it is where it will reach its indefinite, terminal demise. When asked if the sea is truly a creature, both the everyman and the scientist would deny, without hesitation, however, I have a different theory, and this all goes back to the true definition of life, which is of course nonexistent.  Just like us, the sea is made up of many smaller living organisms, as well as manny inanimate and non-living ones. Just like us, the sea must consume, it must survive, and if it fails to do so, it will die, such is the nature of life.