Thursday, January 22, 2009

The seat of God



Today I cried.


Like a baby, all the way to work.

A few days ago I told my friend Trevor about my idea. My idea to get the best job in the world.
My application video would be just me, being flown far out to sea in a helicopter. Far out enough that you start to imagine you can see the land, and then

-jump.

Nothing I could think of at the time could quite sum up how much I love the ocean and how much I want to tell the world a story about the great barrier reef every week.

Trevor said:

"Wow. This one really touched me. Ah man, like you want to live with the fish but you never can. You should go read the original little mermaid story, not the Disney one but the original. You’re kind of like the reverse of that.

Being dropped in the ocean like this and then what... that’s too easy still. But then you get to swim with them. You get to dip down there for a little while. But you can never stay. That’s the heart of the ocean. That’s costeau’s truth. Is that he has to come up for air. He can’t be in the seat of god all the time. He has to come up for air because he’s always going to be a human. Ah that’s really sad now that I think about it.

Still, I like it. It’s fierce."

I sobbed my heart out,

because I can't be at the seat of God all the time.

4 comments:

  1. I always told you that heaven does not mean in the sky, it means deep down in the ocean because I have seen such beauty there.

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  2. Beautiful words.
    Thanks, nice to stumble across your post, you must be one of the few who would understand why I do what I do.
    Hope you get the job!

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  3. I freedive... and I teach other people to freedive. And and and... surf, sail... I'm in love with the sea... and I make films, I'm a doc-maker, but also prefer to call myself storyteller...

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