Down the Rabbit Hole

The Ocean Giveth and Taketh...

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Day 3803 April 10, 2025
On this day in 1912 the RMS Titanic embarked on its maiden voyage, which ended in tragedy several days later when the luxury liner struck an iceberg and sank. What do you remember most about this story in history?

Like most people, I remember covering the sinking of the Titanic in school but it wasn't until I watched the movie, that the real impact was made. There was always something morbidly fascinating about the tragedy but seeing it play out on the big screen was riveting. Though the movie was centered around a fictional couple, their story was build on the foundations of truths, truths about the class divisions, the imbalance of opulence verses poverty and how fear can breed both cowards and heroes in equal measure.

I loved the scenes were you saw the ruins of the ship on the sea floor interspersed with the ship as depicted in 'life'. The way bits of history were woven in, like the band continuing to play as the ship sank, or the introduction of real people from the voyage interacting with those fictional characters.

I was always struck by how needless it all was that all those people had to die, that there were not better measures in place I always believe it spoke volumes about the arrogance of humans - building something they claimed was unsinkable only to be taken out by something like an iceberg, natural-forged and unforgiving.




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Day 2517 April 10, 2025
Prompt: "Many go fishing all their lives without know that it is not fish they are after." Henry David Thoreau Write about this quote in your Blog entry today.

This quote reminds me of a friend who used to love to fish. It brought him such joy and peace. He was a really bad alcoholic and sometimes I believe fishing was the only thing that quell his demons for a time. He was always sober, always himself with a rod in his hand. I remember so many nights watching him in the waves, with this heavy surf rod. He loved to go to the beach at night, and would be out there for hours, casting in the moonlight, a wide grin on his boyish face. Whenever he'd catch something, he call me over to see it. Sometimes it was a jack or mackerel, sometimes flounder. it never mattered what he caught, they'd all go back. After a few minutes marveling over his catch, he'd kiss it and gently toss it back. Those nights, it was so easy to love him. He was in his element, his heart was at peace. It seemed the only place he knew he was safe from the monstrous thing inside him. That monster eventually killed him but those memories I have of him fishing are the ones I keep close to my heart. Its how I like to remember him most always...my giant man-boy, standing in the waves, smiling and full of joy.