I’ve come to believe, by no intellectual process that I can describe—by intuition, I guess—that we are all connected spiritually, that our souls, if you will, are connected to one, big common soul. And that’s as far as I go with that. But I think it is enough to explain what we are about and why we react to each other, no matter how remote we become, in the world and it’s events.
I think about this, especially while at sea and surrounded by the vastness of the ocean, it’s movement, the sky, and the life underneath. I think about how far we’ve come as a species, how dangerous the journey, how amazing it is that we’ve survived, and how easily modern man seems bent on squandering it all. A conundrum.
I’ve come to think that if enough people had the opportunity to see and feel these things as I have, to be enveloped by this beautiful enormity of constant motion that is nature, that they would understand suddenly how small we are, and yet how powerful we’ve become. They would realize what a gift we have in this Earth and that we can either nurture her ways, or poison her slowly as we poison ourselves. But it would take a more complete, intense understanding and acceptance of our commonalities as humans—and as the Earth’s dependents and guardians—rather than a concentration upon our differences, to become actively nurturing rather than apathetic to her needs—an understanding of how we are all connected, whether we like it or not, in order to make the unified effort to protect this magnificent orb.