Sirens. Pirates. The depths.
The Sea herself is symbolic of the sensual, fierce Unknowable.
She is psyche. She is mystery. She is teeming with exotic, nourishing life.
She can be gentle, soothing, lapping against the shoreline with a lover's silver touch. But her only commitment is to the wild tide she co-created with the moon aeons ago; she will not be tamed.
Her vast wealth belongs to each of us, but we must risk her borderless realms, clinging to nothing, save the salty spray.
She will awaken a sovereignty that will erase all earth-bound memory. But this, when and only when, we surrender to her.