The crow with its ragged wings banking away over the tree-tops, the rabbit hopping into a thicket, the fish that school unseen in the salt waters, the man who watches, are all manifestations of a complexity of association and alliance that stops on no single shore. Like our restrictions with respect to the horizon, we only see, we only live, a fraction of the possibilities allowed in so great a range; and being restricted, we oversimplify, cutting life and land down to size ... a poverty that makes for poverty. I hear the steady pouring sound of the depths behind me and I see and feel them rising and falling, taking their inexorable passage around the Cape. The wind whistles through and like the in and out of breath lifts and subsides. Field crickets trill monotonously and faintly in competition with the wind. Crows call. Seeds blow along the bare ground. A winged seed flies by, next year’s fruition if it lands, this year’s providing, perhaps destined to skim out over the surface of the sea. A flock of snow buntings swings back and forth, twittering high in the air. Gulls circle in the distance above a garbage dump hidden by the trees. In this landscape, here and out of sight, is a mutuality of response, through the sea with its thousands of miles of variety constantly in motion, and the land besieged by the sea, with dry and infertile soil, but in a web of tides and climatic influence that keeps its character actively in tune. Like the buntings, or a flock of sanderlings spinning, sun reflecting, diving through the heights above the shore, the opportunity of grace and power is always waiting for its use, and nothing that lives and participates can be called insignificant, from the cricket to the crow. Diversity is the rule, and each form is exceptional in its employment. Through any part of the earth there is a placement, the appropriate condition for plants, animals, the soil, and its constituents, to maintain themselves. The optimum is that there shall be full use within any given range of opportunity. The more diversified a living community is the more healthy it is, not only in numbers, but in complex relationships. Even a “poor” seaside environment proves this by the very demands it makes for survival. The plants that adapt themselves to it do so by means both various and precise. Even sand grains have a relationship to each other in the rhythmic order of wind and waves. The life that comes to these shores, winging in, trying to take hold, blown out, taking semipermanent residence, has its own affinity for place, an organic knowledge of its own part in the physical world. It belongs to an innumerable company with exacting tasks.