In nature we are the recipients, not the originators. The Earth offers and upholds, it embraces and nurtures, like a U-shape that catches all. With its responsive care and receptive power, it gives us the opportunity to attain goals that would have been impossible with our own efforts. The end times can be recognized by a danger that lacks subtlety. It no longer hides in the shadows or whispers its intentions; instead, it boldly parades itself in front of our eyes, enticing us with its promises of temporary satisfaction. Such is the consequence of our indifference, our failure to appreciate the love and blessings of creation. A vast, unnatural sea stretches out before us, a water body devoid of life. There are no fish, no birds hovering above looking for their next meal. It is a desolate, silent world. As a sequel to If the Largest Ship Could Feel Its Own Waves, this collection of philosophical poetry tells of waters too mighty and vast to be contained by any shore. Adrift in the tumultuous sea, the stakes are higher than ever before. You must brave the waves, for if you succumb to the current, you will be lost forever.
