The Unhaughty

The brilliant blue sky rose above the horizon, the waves of the crystal bejeweled battered against the low cliff, the clear horizon drew the line between sky and sea. On one side sea gulls and other birds flew through gay blue, cotton studded skies, on the other whales and sharks swam hungrily through deep blue waters in hope of a bird from the sky might touch the delicate line, the line between life and death, the line between catching prey and being prey. he sat on the rock. naked to the wind and rain, naked to the world; not that he knew of the world. his hair in locks bound by tree gum and leaves hung on his shoulders..his arms covered in briuses blood and cuts from hunting. now having satisfied his hunger he desired none other than to sit on the rock, his rock and watch..watch the battering crystal sea until hunger moved him again or the waves drove him away. so he sat part of the picture painted, so part of the picture..that without him..the deep and light held no meaning.He sat in harmony with nature, unlike other men he did not haughtily distuinguish himself above his environment rather he remained a part of nature not letting his pride get the better of him.