Sea Fever

I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,


And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by;


And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,


And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking,


I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide


Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;



And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,


And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.


I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,


To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;


And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,


And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.


'Sea Fever' By John Masefield

Something Compelling

This looks like a cool thing these guys are doing, filming the albatrosses on Midway Island. The broader picture and the inevitable situation we are facing is quite sobering indeed. It is hard for me to give a concise reaction or conclusion from it, because I see that the problem is much deeper than just plastic being thrown into the ocean - it's principles, values, man and society's view of life. This external problem has a root in the philosophical and also theological debates of belief. The way we view ourselves, where we came from, how we are meant to live, and how we treat others directly affects our world. There are physical ramifications of beliefs. We can change the way we live, we can even stop the use of plastics, but the true problem to which we must discover the true solution is on the inside.