And the earth was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep. And the spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters.
The ocean has no compassion, no faith, no law, no memory. Its fickleness is to be held true to man’s purpose only by an undaunted resolution and by sleepless, armed, jealous vigilance in which, perhaps, there has always been more hate than love.
To Charlie Brown, the focus of the LOCUS—and probably about time, too.