The sea we drift as we set sail to the endless horizon. The mind digs deep into the fathomless darkness of the infinite horizon of no land, no object, endless volume of space and water. The sails are still as the ship drifts. Our hearts beat with excitement from the faint flutter of a breeze the anticipation of wind. Signs of dark clouds, the clatter of wood on the rigging and the pick up of speed. Swirling water, mists of condensation appear like a vortex of a maelstrom of a coming storm. At night we hear the wailing of sirens seductive sounds voices of the ocean. It seeks to swallow us whole the Beast of the wind the destroyer of ships. It’s the night of Poseidon sending us all to hades as the ship crashes on to monster waves with gulping mouths to sallow us whole.