Let’s address the ocean—a tree with endless fruit from which authors LOVE to pluck. I find myself wondering, why do we always come to this as our perfect allegory? How dull, unoriginal. But, then what else is there in this world more elegant and beautiful, more poetic? The mysteries of the deep can invoke fear, tranquility, love, mystery, excitement. Every single emotion can be found within the ocean. As someone who hates the ocean, I hate to love this. And yet I find myself plucking from its branches, low hanging fruit, to describe and create. Even still, it may be “low hanging fruit,” it is still incredibly difficult to do it justice because of this fact, becoming its own puzzle to master—a challenge to all. There is nothing new under the sun.