Such a mysterious business, motherhood. How brave a woman must be to embark on it.
It is a luxury to do something that serves no practical purpose: the luxury of civilization.
History is that which is agreed upon by mutual consent.
Years bleach away the sense of things until all that's left is a bone-white past, stripped of feeling and significance.
Nature allowed only the fit and the lucky to share this paradise-in-the-making.
There are times when the ocean is not the ocean - not blue, not even water, but some violent explosion of energy and danger: fierceness on a scale only gods can summon.