As a child I was told that the sea is powerful beyond human imagining and that any one who thought they could tame the sea would be subsumed by it. Lord Byron’s Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage has a wonderful expression of such power. Here is a glimpse:
From Childe Harold by Lord Byron
Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean – roll!
Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain;
Man marks the earth with ruin – his control
Stops with the shore; – upon thy watery plain
The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain
A shadow of man’s ravage, save his own,
When, for a moment, like a drop of rain,
He winks into thy depths with bubbling groan,
Without a grave, unknelle’d, uncoffin’d, and unknown.
Very best wishes – Denny Bradbury