There’s a certain folkloric idea that if you die at sea, your soul is sort of. Inextricably stuck in the sea. Because your body is irretrievable, your soul is also irretrievable, down, down, down out of the reach of the gods who look at the surface of the world. In Norse mythology, they say that the souls of sailors who died at sea are caught in the sea-goddess Rán’s net and dragged into her domain, a distinct and separate afterlife alongside Hel and Valhalla. Davy Jones Locker. The funayūrei. A lot of cultures agree that once sea has a hold on you, even when your body has rotted and dwindled and been made food for crabs, it still won’t let you go.
Do you think we’re going to wind up saying the same thing about astronauts.
#I feel like space won't be quite the same#the sea is easy to personify #it moves regularly like breathing #it has moods and temperaments #it pulls you down down and in sucks you away hungrily #the sea is a presence and it wants to keep you or why would it make it so hard to get back to shore #space is a lack #an emptiness #it does not move or breathe or swallow it does nothing at all #it is bigger than the sea bigger than the world #but it has no moods it does not drag you anywhere #it leaves you exactly where you are. forever. #souls in space are not pulled down and kept they are wandering lost #nothing holds them back but earth is a tiny speck and they will not find it again (@iztarshi)






















