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Where the Tides Hide Their Memory
Where the Tides Hide Their Memory
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xigekey
50 posts
Jul 29, 2025
11:15 PM
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Picture this.
You're ranking barefoot at the edge of the ocean. The air is major with sodium, the air painted in bruised purples and firelight from the dying sun. The dunes competition forward, styling and breaking at your feet, before sliding calmly back into the depths.
But that isn't just water pressing you.
Because every tide… provides memory.
Exactly the same wave that brushes against your legs today when swept over worlds you may never know. It buried neglected cities, cooled lava because it poured from newborn volcanoes, and drowned woods that endured before humans actually imagined walking upright. It moved the ashes of shoots that burned out one thousand decades ago. It's used the bones of sailors who faded in to the night, their voices swallowed by wind and water.
And now it variations you.
The tide takes pieces of the entire world with it each time it retreats — grains of sand from hills that dropped sometime ago, shells that once sheltered lives smaller than the usual fingernail, fragments of stone and glass utilized clean from generations of tumbling. Wherever do they're going? To the places we cannot see. Into trenches deeper than Everest is large, into dark canyons wherever light never touched, into currents that range the globe like arteries.
The wave hides every thing it collects, burying the world's thoughts in a stop too huge for all of us to break.
We tell ourselves we realize it. We chart their patterns, construct surfaces and harbors to fight it, title the hours when it'll increase and fall. But the hold does not value our measurements. It hasn't belonged to us. It listens only to the moon.
That pale ghost in the atmosphere, distant and untouchable, draws at the oceans every moment of each and every day. The water stretches toward it, climbing to meet up their unseen hand. And when the moon converts away, the water falls back. This quiet tug-of-war has shaped the planet for billions of years. Also the deepest seas are tethered to anything beyond themselves.
The tide is changing.
It is creeping further inland now. Glaciers are melting into their depths, warming waters are swelling its body, and shorelines are vanishing part by piece. Islands we after believed timeless are actually gone, paid down to just titles on old maps.
And here's the truth many people don't need to manage: the tide won't end for us.
We call it disaster. The hold calls it nothing at all. It really remains, since it generally has, taking and giving, sculpting and erasing. It has removed whole continents before. It is going to do therefore again.
Could you imagine the near future?
The ocean sheets within the cities we built. Highways disappear underneath the waves, their asphalt damaged and broken like previous bone. Towers fail to the search, turning in to reefs where fish drift through quiet glass halls. Monuments topple, broken and spread till they're indistinguishable from the stones of the seabed. Whole civilizations are decreased to parts, overly enthusiastic by currents so strong we will never swimming against them.
And when it occurs, the hold won't roar. It will not rage. It won't mourn.
It will just remember.
Since that is what the wave does. It is the planet's memory. Every living, every storm, every loss is flattened in to its depths and moved forward. The wave has seen whole worlds increase and fall. It understands things no human language can actually hold.
However the tide is not only a thief. It is a sculptor.
It offers life to the shore. It holds nutrients to estuaries and marshlands wherever new creatures are born. It styles the ends of our planet, removing sharp rocks in to delicate stones, remaking beaches with every breath. Without the wave, the planet's pulse would falter. Oceans would stagnate. Coastlines might wither.
Probably this is exactly why we are interested in it.
We go to the water's edge without always understanding why. Children chase the retreating waves, laughing, then shriek when it rushes back toward them. Adults sit at the shoreline all day, hypnotized by the flow, letting the noise of their lives slip away. There's something timeless in the tide's breath — something which calls to the portion of us that remembers wherever we came from.
Because we originated in the water once.
The tide moved living onto the land. It cradled the initial sensitive animals that dared to get from the shallows. And possibly this is exactly why we sense therefore small ranking before it today — perhaps not since it will take everything from us, but because in certain heavy, unspoken way, we all know it gave people everything first.
Stand there good enough, and you'll start to notice the details. The calm tug at your legs because it brings away. The hiss of bubbles crumbling in the foam. The light, very nearly individual sigh since it exhales onto the sand.
If you hear closely, you may hear the wave telling you a reality:
“Nothing you know is permanent.
But nothing is truly lost, either.”
One day, the hold may throw over the world like we were never here. The names of our cities, the boundaries we struggled conflicts to safeguard, the monuments we developed to overcome time — everything is likely to be taken out, melted, and moved into the deep.
And yet… there's an odd comfort in that.
Since the wave reminds people that we are part of something bigger than ourselves. A thing that doesn't require us, but supports all of us the same. Everything we do, everything we construct, every breath we get becomes section of its memory. The wave maintains it, also when we are gone.
You'll never know all that it carries. None of us will.
But the next time you are at the beach, stop. Feel the draw at your feet. Watch the waves bring lines in the sand, then remove them without hesitation. Understand that exactly the same wave handled lives you may never meet and will touch lives Planet after yours.
It doesn't subject in the event that you forget.
The tide won't.
The tides will never tell us their secrets.
But if you're quiet enough, you could feel them in your bones.
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