Gracefully, she glides across the Sea, giving herself a place in the world. How wonderful her life would be if she could live as a normal girl. She glances at the shore, shaped by the same waves lapping against her hull. Yet she longs for something more before she's in her grave, before her life turns dull. She imagines the ocean as lovers; she imagines the shore as love: Mistresses courted by brothers, guided by the stars above. She wishes for a chance to be something more than a vessel for carrying broken dreams. Courted hearts and a wish godspeed causes her uneasy heart to wrestle with her discontent, it seems. Lovers shaping love, that's how God intended it; yet she can't help but wonder whether God truly defended it or left it to be torn asunder. "O! Mighty God, I embrace thee: give me reason to live today! Give me strength beyond strength today! Answer my prayers and hold me so I may have more to give today! So I have strength to stand and say! I am someone, I am me, I am no one else! Let me become one with their world! Tear your creative hands down from your shelf and let me become a normal girl!" An inanimate object expressing human emotions? Such a personification to behold! And yet it still seems so beautiful. As we hold hands in prayer and speak our invocations, we increase our bearings threefold: and yet it still seems so beautiful. In the end it seems she was throwing her words away, unheard by any voice but felt so deep within— she would never have anything else to say, she would never live in sin. Such is the life of the sea-chariot.