I am adrift. I float alone in open water, the only sound the relentless plash of waves against this weathered hull. I’ve been here forever, searching desperately for my way. Every course adjustment brings me back to this spot or a billion other spots exactly like it. The darkness is overwhelming, crushing, defeating. There are no stars, no moon to guide me; all is lost. I am adrift.
There, a million miles away or maybe just within my reach a light flickers on the horizon. It is my home and its glow flies across the ocean toward my weary craft. It is a line thrown from afar and it does not miss. I am moored. I am home.