April 4: Tail Weaving in the Air, How Deep the Ocean, Maya Angelou

Santiago tries to turn the fish again.

Now you are getting confused in the head, he thought. You must keep your head clear. Keep your head clear and know how to suffer like a man. Or a fish, he thought.

"Clear up, head," he said in a voice he could hardly hear. "Clear up."

Twice more it was the same on the turns.

I do not know, the old man thought. He had been on the point of feeling himself go each time. I do not know. But I will try it once more.

He tried it once more and he felt himself going when he turned the fish. The fish righted himself and swam off again slowly with the great tail weaving in the air.

I'll try it again, the old man promised, although his hands were mushy now and he could only see well in flashes.

Koan:  Eyes and hands can't change how deep the ocean is.

Saint Marty saw a documentary about Maya Angelou tonight.  She was a badass.