“The smell of the sea swept over the wall and in through the empty window-hole, wide and wild with a million intoxicating secrets. I don’t trust that smell. It hooks us somewhere deeper than reason or civilization, in the fragments of our cells that rocked in oceans before we had minds, and it pulls till we follow mindlessly as rutting animals….It lures us to leap off high cliffs, fling ourselves on towering waves, leaves behind everyone we love and face into thousands of miles of open water for the sake of what might be on the far shore.”
― Tana French, Broken Harbour
There is a stench which comes from what lures us, turning us lurid in quest for what grips us. As Tana French, author of the Broken Harbour states in the excerpt listed above, “I don’t trust that smell”.
I don’t think we have evolved into anything more today than our ancestors may have been, in-so-far as, their thinking vs. ours, at least, when they began thinking. The struggle to survive in the human state is our bargaining chip, determining what we are willing and able to trade as well as, our compass in setting sail, embarking toward the promise of wealth, leaving behind all and everyone, at catching the whiff of something more, in general, only to end adrift in our own reasoning.