The Shores of the Atlantic, II

There was not what there should have been, what humanity had been sure there would be for millenia. It was quiet. It was swift. It was in broad daylight.

It was not supernatural or divine. There was no judgment, no "reason." You could almost say it was ironic - only mankind ever believed in a reason for anything, Nature just closed her eyes as she moved a molecule this way or that and hoped for the best. You could say that, if you existed, and if it wasn't just unfair instead of ironic.

Not that technicalities in diction matter now.

Once, people believed in ascending to Heaven body-and-soul. That is almost believable now, if not for the fact that they descended, those with or without souls.

Once, all people migrated naturally - later actively - to rivers and streams for sources of water, and rivers and oceans for trading.

Eventually we would flee them, albeit in vain.