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Published on May 15, 2011
Can you imagine what it is to cross on ocean? For weeks you see nothing but the horizon, perfect & empty. You living in the grip of fear. Fear of storm, fear of sickness on the board, fear of immensity. So you must drive the fear down deep into your belly, study your chart, watch your compass, pray for a fair wind & hope, pure, naked, fragile, hope... At first, it's no more than a haze on the horizon, so you watch, you watch, then it's a smudge, a shadow on the far water. For a day, for another day, the stain slowly spreads along the horizon taking form until on the third day, you let yourself believe. You dare to whisper the word: Land, land, life, resurrection. The true adventure coming out of the vast unknown, out of the immensity, into new life new world