††††††††††† Some fishermen pulled a bottle from the deep. It held a piece
of paper, with these words: ďSomebody save me! Iím here. The
ocean cast me on this desert island. I am standing on the shore
waiting for help. Hurry! Iím here!Ē
††††††††††† ďThereís no date. I bet itís already too late anyway. It could
have been floating for years,Ē the first fisherman said.
††††††††††† ďAnd he doesnít say where. Itís not even clear which ocean,Ē
the second fisherman said.
††††††††††† ďItís not too late, or too far. The island Here is everywhere,Ē
the third fisherman said.
††††††††††† They all felt awkward. No one spoke. Thatís how it goes with
(from Salt 1962)†††††††††††