Excerpt I – On Grief and the Sea
Fisherman: “The sea took my son, and gave no answer.”
Thalor: “The sea does not answer. It listens. And in its silence, it teaches us the shape of longing.”
Fisherman: “Then I have learned nothing but ache.”
Thalor: “Ache is the first truth. All others must pass through it.”
Excerpt II – On Divine Absence
“The gods do not speak in thunder, nor in flame. They speak in the spaces between waves, in the hush before dawn. To hear them, one must not ask—but wait. Silence is not their absence. It is their language.”
Excerpt III – On Meaning Without Certainty
Fisherman: “If the sea is indifferent, why do we pray to it?”
Thalor: “Because even indifference has rhythm. And rhythm is the beginning of meaning.”
Fisherman: “So meaning is a lie we tell ourselves?”
Thalor: “No. Meaning is a garden we plant in soil we do not own.”