One Sunday morning … I waded into the Mediterranean and looked into it through Fernez goggles…. I was astonished by what I saw in the shallow shingle at Le Mourillon, rocks covered with green, brown and silver forests of algae and fishes unknown to me, swimming in crystalline water.
Sometimes we are lucky enough to know that our lives have been changed, to discard the old, embrace the new, and run headlong down an immutable course. It happened to me at Mourillon on that summer’s day, when my eyes were opened to the sea.
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I would like to find my immutable course. If I could meet it head-on someday soon, I’d appreciate it.
What an excellent quote. I wish I had the ability (read: monetary funds) to travel the world while observing and...
Ahhh, automatic reblog of my ultimate hero forever and ever.
Jacques-Yves Cousteau