XCVII - underneath the windows of the sky

i imagine it as jumping into a big, deep, boundless (and beautiful) ocean. at first the depth and the cold and the sensory void is so strange as to be frightening, terrifying. it feels like a world apart, people live and breathe on the surface near the water but they can't hear you or see you, and you can't reach them. and as you listen to your thoughts to make sense of being surrounded only by ocean, you realise something interesting, whatever it may be. and getting used to the ocean and the ocean alone isn't getting harder if you don't find it strange that people live apart from the ocean, outside of the ocean. and someday you learn to breathe the ocean water. sometimes you imagine not the living but the apart. if anything makes sense it is things made by people who are ocean people as well. but you could breathe the ocean water if you wanted, and nothing too important comes after that.