|I'm testing the willingness of total strangers to give me imaginary Internet points.|
After dinner, the townsfolk invited me to Sunday mass. Though not especially religious myself, honoring God for my survival and rescue seemed prudent.
I will admit that I never paid much attention in church as a child, but I do not remember God being a bizarre amalgamation of sea beasts.
The chapel had no clear symbols of Protestant or Papist allegiance, with nary a cross or Virgin Mary in sight. Instead, the main decorations were unsettling marine features- carved tentacles wrapped around the pillars in exquisite detail as colossal ribs formed vaulted arches.
The service never dwelt on love or mercy for very long- the Sea has no moral compass, for good or ill, and all the offerings in the world could not save the town from a cataclysmic storm. Nonetheless, the Sea deserves respect, and I gathered that I should not blaspheme it.
The hymns were solemn dirges sung by the town’s oldest men, with only the barest hint of joy or triumph. Despite the language barrier, I understood the message- the Sea does not care if we live or die, but that is not an excuse to forsake responsibility.
It is a call to create something meaningful despite the Sea.---
Some of my favorite artists are Jen Zee, Nils Hamm, Igor Kieryluk, and Ai Weiwei.|
I am a self-taught digital artist who, in retrospect, probably should have gotten Photoshop instead of Flash. Whatever, it's a moot point now.