Aug 26, 2018
THE GREAT SEA
The great sea was at rest, enjoying its great peace, when to its surprise, a ripple was felt among its infinite stillness. The ripple cried out as a newborn and its tears became a current. The current grew ever stronger and thirsted to raise itself above the great sea. It thought to itself, “What makes this sea so great? What does it do? I will show it what greatness is.”
And so it sought great heights, eventually raising to the surface and becoming a wave. As it rose above the surface of the watery deeps, it was not satisfied to return, but sought even greater heights. It said “I shall raise myself above the heavens and to the very stars.”
And the great wave gave birth to smaller waves in order to hear of its own greatness and praise for having given them birth. These knew not of the great waves lofty schemes, nor of that from which they had come. And the great sea loved these ones, for they were innocent in their ignorance. And the great sea watched over them, and calmed them when they cried, though they knew not, and spoke to them in their dreams.
Upon waking, one wave spoke to the other waves, and said it dreamt that it was not just a wave, but the entire sea. And the other waves laughed heartily, for he seemed a little runt of a wave to think himself much of anything at all.
Not discouraged, the little wave sought from where it had come and traced its current. It soon found itself as the great wave. Quite surprised, all the waves marveled at him. But he was not impressed, he said to them, “I am not this great wave, but I am the great sea.” And they thought him crazy, for he was the greatest among them, and yet he was not content.
As he again traced his current until it could no more be traced, the great wave was brought down from its heights till it was no more. In its stead, he now found himself as the depth from which all had begun. He was the great sea and all that is found within it. He couldn't help but laugh that he ever thought himself to have been other than this.
And his friends knew not what became of him. Some became believers and attempted to follow him in his wake. Yet, they sought not within themselves, where they would have found he who is them. Some say he died, and yet others that he never existed.
He now comforts his brothers when they cry, and speaks to them in their dreams, though they know not.