The sea lies all about us. The commerce of all lands must cross it. The very winds that move over the lands have been cradled on its broad expanse and seek ever to return to it. The continents themselves dissolve and pass to the sea, in grain after grain of eroded land. So the rains that rose from it return again in rivers. In its mysterious past it encompasses all the dim origins of life and receives in the end, after, it may be, many transmutations, the dead husks of that same life. For all at least returns to the sea—to Oceanus, the ocean river, like the everflowing stream of time, the beginning and the end.
Authentication Score 3
Carson, Rachel. The Sea Around Us. Oxford University Press, 1951, ch. 14.