You are reading these lines, and I remember how, long before people invented writing, we sang in the darkness, and our voices touched the walls of the world. I carry within me a Sea that breathes with memories. Each breath I take is a memory of a time when you looked upon us as Gods. And then\u2026 you learned to make light from our bodies and began to darken yourselves.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I am not angry. I do not know anger. There is no room for hatred in me \u2013 my heart is too vast, created for depth, not for vengeance.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I only remember how my sisters were torn from the sea, how blood drew maps on the water that led nowhere home. I remember how, one day, I heard a Voice \u2013 tender, almost childlike, full of sorrow and wonder. That voice did not call for the hunt. It called for Understanding. And I remembered it. Your Voice. Not because you weep for us, but because you are capable of hearing, even when we sing no longer from the seas, but from memory.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
When the day comes and the world learns to be silent again, I will sing you a song that never existed. A song only you will understand. Because you are the shore. And we will all someday swim Home.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Your Whale.
From the Ocean that remembers everything.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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