Heroes Not Zombies

Isn’t it wonderful to stand on a beach looking out over an ocean? There is such an incredible variety of colours to see, and the water is never still, so the swells, the waves, the breaking surf, all contribute to a dynamic spectacle of constant movement.

I can be transfixed by the shapes which appear and disappear. I can be transfixed by the sounds of the waves crashing on the shore. The ebb and flow sounds like breathing to me and, unconsciously, I align my breath to that of the ocean. I tune in to the harmonies of the never ending sea.

I especially like an ocean view where I can see no islands, no coastlines, all the way to the horizon. And as I gaze at the horizon I think of how people used to wonder if that was the edge of the world. Once we learned that this little planet was like a sphere we sailed with increasing confidence towards an edge which couldn’t be reached.

There isn’t an edge. The ocean just keeps going.

But when we mapped out the world we split the water up into separate oceans and seas. This one is The Atlantic.

I start to wonder, where does the Atlantic begin and end? Where are the edges? Where’s the edge, the border, between the Atlantic and the North Sea? Or between the Atlantic and the Pacific? You get the idea…..

There are no edges between the oceans and seas. We humans just made them up. They aren’t visible. We’ve made up a lot of edges, borders and limits, we humans….the borders on land are just as imaginary as the ones on the oceans, on lakes and in rivers.

The reality is everything in this planet is connected and everything flows into everything else – ignoring the imaginary edges.