Here are our thoughts--voyagers’ thought Here not the land, firm land, alone appears, may then by them be said, They sky o’erarches here--we feel the undulating deck beneath our feet We feel the long pulsation--ebb and flow of endless motion; The tones of unseen mystery--the vague and vast suggestions of the briny world--the liquid-flowing syllables, The perfume, the faint creaking of the cordage, the melancholy rhythm, The boundless vista, and the horizon far and dim, are all here, And this is Ocean’s poem. In Cabin’d Ships at Sea, Leaves of Grass, Walt Whitman After getting my advanced open water certification in Taiwan in 2011, I always put Sipadan, Sabah, Malaysia on my traveling shortlist. On February 24, 2012, I finally was one of 120 permitted divers of Sipadan on this day. And now I wa
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