Chiaroscuro of light and shadow compromised by time's attrition, disciples' faces, pathos of the master foreseeing betrayal of his mission.

I do not love the sea, humankind lives by breathing air. The oceans are deep, we do not belong there, engulfed in its depths we die.

A great dark ocean lies beneath us, a sea we draw upon from primal living things, life's essence we extort from rock formations deep down.

The earth is turning and now we face the deep of darkness, but for moon and enigmatic stars beyond, strange stars that pose eternal questions.