Who Ain't A Speck?

 Ishmael would understand.

As would Pip and Ahab, though both would resist the obvious lessons.

And, who could blame them?

Mendocino paddling:

JP in the offing.

In The Fog

Four Friends Fog-Fishing,
Hope and a Hook,
or Existential Crisis #4?

Byron: "Between Two Worlds Life Hovers . . ."

Between two worlds life hovers like a star

'Twixt night and morn upon the horizon's verge,

How little do we know that which we are!

How less what we may be! The eternal surge

Of time and tide rolls on and bears afar

Our bubbles. As the old burst, new emerge,

Lashed from the foam of ages; while the graves

Of empires heave but like some passing waves.

--Lord Byron's last stanza to Canto XV of his incomparable Don Juan