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The ocean was an enigma. It sat there so placidly – the ideal calm, a picturesque scene of poise and serenity. The waves would come and gently lick the sand, tasting the ground that the sun once kissed, before slowly receding back into itself. Home to incredible wonders and life below its foam and blue. Protecting them, nurturing them as a faceless mother to trillions and acting as a cradle of all life on the planet.
But the ocean is very quick to anger and within moments the gentle licks turns into sharp claws that run jagged lines into the earth. Destroying the rock, the dirt and the life that dares get in its way as the sky shudders with bright flashes and bangs. The planet is, for that moment, thrown back into primordial history as the ocean threatens to break the planet in half. Just as quickly as it comes, however, it leaves again.
The ocean recedes back into itself and the skies stop crying. Gentle licks once again come back onto the surface and licks the wounds it had left, as if it were a regretful animal. The destruction and damage left behind, impossible it came from such a serene being and yet there it was.
The problem is that the ocean may act as if it were a living being, a beast, a force to be reckoned with it is not. It is a shapeless entity that exists, it does not breathe or think or love or hurt, it does not care if the creatures it harbors lives or dies. It holds an unimaginable amount of power, but it just is and is truly indifferent to everything else. It comes and goes, it destroys and rebuilds but no matter what it remains.
The question, after the devastation, is usually 'Why?'. Why did it behave that way, why did it do what it did, why did it protect us, why did it hurt us and why is it so unpredictable
And the answer to all of those, from now and forever, is 'because'.