A young man
who lived in a small inland village in Greece had never been to the ocean and
wanted to learn about it. He spent hours and hours in quiet libraries
reading books that explained and described it and he learned many things about
it. He could describe its size, name the creatures that lived in it, and
he even knew the colors the setting sun cast on it at the end of the day.
His mind was filled with all sorts of wonderful impressions and images of this
thing called ocean.
day, he was invited to take a journey to the coast. When he arrived, the
sun was setting over the water. The sound of the breakers, and the
splashing foam was magnificently beautiful. He ran down to where it lapped
against the shore, dipped his hands into it, and brought some of the salty water
to his lips. Taking off his shoes, he walked into the ocean, and felt the
water gently pull the sand out from under his feet. As the water swirled
around his legs, and the rich colored sunlight danced off the water into his
eyes, he thought to himself, "So this is the ocean!"