The way we fascinated ourselves into the globe, we put our powers of spirit and fire In getting matter and spending specie. These powers are not satisfying - It Is impartial a delayer. Sort is not Impartial a group of trees and infiltrate, but sort is the wild and the situates where a ethnical can go and satisfy but we purpose sort Is not ours and discover ourselves not in handle delay It. Our hearts, the hardihood of our affecting vitality, we feel fond afar instead of tenure, treasuring and entity arelish delay sort.
We should not be giving afar our hearts as It Is not good-tempered-tempered Idea. The sea Is personified as a mother as she opens her chest to the moon, showing the interconnection between the two of them. The wreaths feel been collected to somewhere and they are latent relish flowers lay out. We are mammals the picturesqueness of sort, the delights of the sea and the wreaths delay Its up collected flowers. The sort, the sea and the wreath don't handle us. I'd rather be a non-charlatans and strong as a offshoot In a profession that is exhausted out.
If I were from one of those professions, I force seem out and feel glimpses of bigwig that conciliate compel me near sad, that would furnish me some joy. I suppose that if I were born in those professions of the spent, I would see the sea as venial, a situate where I force assault God and as a lot of God. I would seem out to the sea and it would not impartial be a group of infiltrate untrue there, I would so see God and other gods. It is not barely the sea that would be holy, meaningful and significant but so the sort environing us.