A Prelude in Carl Safina’s Book : Voyage of the Turtle – In pursuit of the earth’s last Dinosaur
There exists a presence in the ocean, seldom glimpsed in walking hours, best envisioned in your dreams. While you drift in sleep, turtles ride the curve of the deep, seeking their inspiration from the sky. From tranquil tropic bays or nightmare maelstroms hissing foam, they come unseen to share our air. Each sharp exhalation affirms, “Life yet endures, “. Each inhaled gasps vows, “Life will continue,” With each breath they declare to the stars and wild silence. By the night and by the light. sea turtles glide always, their parallel universe strangely alien, yet intertwining with ours.
Riding the churning ocean’s turning tides and resisting no urge, they move, motivated neither by longing nor love nor reason, but tuned by a wisdom more ancient — so perhaps more trustworthy– than thought. Through jewel-hued sultry blue lagoons, through waters wild and green and cold, stroke these angles of the deep–ancient, ageless, great-grandparents of the world..