Smallness.

As Marcus and I tread water and our perspective becomes even more diminutive, as we look at Sea Dragon about a quarter kilometer away. We consider the depths below us, some 5,000 meters and the distance to land. Nothing makes one more aware of his powerlessness like swimming in the middle of the ocean, unattached from our home and lifeline, our ship. That sense of smallness felt, which is a continuing meme that affects my thought process at sea makes me wonder what we’re missing as we sail through the night—yes, what object and what story from this tragedy passes by us, silently, unobserved and forgotten? And indeed, what piece of flotsam is just past our vantage as we watch the horizon from starboard and port?

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