![]() ![]() But as I watched the ocean, as always I was mesmerized by its rhythm. ![]() I thought myself a failure as a Star Thrower. ![]() Later that day, I walked along the same beach and saw many dead starfish as well as people collecting them. Then I realized the beach was filled with star fish. And so I bent, picked one up and joyfully tossed it as far as I could throw. As I ran, I noticed the beach was awash with starfish. Once I set out for a morning run along a beach above Dublin. “Then with a quick yet gentle movement he picked up the star and spun it over my head and far out into the sea…’It may live’ he said ‘if the offshore pull is strong enough'” Eiseley noted that the star fish was still alive. As Eiseley drew closer, he saw that the man staring at a star fish in the sand. In the distance, framed by a rainbow, he saw a man squatting staring at the sand. In it Eiseley shared an encounter he’d had on the coast of Costabel. Some years ago, I was reading a book by the great naturalist Loren Eiseley and came upon a chapter titled “The Star Thrower”. ![]()
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