As he watched the bird dipped again slanting his wings for the dive and then swinging them wildly and ineffectually as he followed the flying fish. The old man could see the slight bulge in the water that the big dolphin raised as they followed the escaping fish. The dolphin were cutting through the water below the flight of the fish and would be in the water, driving at speed, when the fish dropped. It is a big school of dolphin, he thought. They are wide spread and the flying fish have little chance. The bird has no chance. The flying fish are too big for him and they go too fast.
Santiago knows the bird has little hope of catching a flying fish for dinner. He also knows that the flying fish have little hope of escaping the school of dolphin. The sea isn't good or bad, cruel or kind. It's just the sea.
Nothing deep or profound tonight. Just that the universe, like the sea, can seem arbitrarily difficult at times, snatching the flying fish right out from underneath you.
Saint Marty's faith in 2022 continues to be tested.
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