Tuesday, December 28, 2010

The love of the diver for his world of wavering light. His world of pearls and tendrils and his breath at his breast. Born as a plunger into the deeps he is at one with every swarm of lime green fish, with every coloured sponge.

As he holds himself to the ocean's faery floor, one hand clasped to a bedded whale's rib, he is complete and infinite. Pulse, power and universe sway in his body.

- Mervyn Peake


  1. WOW! That was really beautiful. It almost makes me want to go deep sea diving. Almost. I'd freak out. Really...freak out.

  2. TC, thanks, I love it too! It makes me to be a better, writer, but not a deep sea diver, lol.