The Ninth Wave by Ivan Aivazovsky (1817-1900)
Why do we spend so much of our curious aspirations wondering how it would feel like to be in space, to be in another planet. We always wonder about such discoveries that we forget we haven't thoroughly learned what our planet is actually capable of. This is our home. A rusty saying that actually means a lot. In this painting, I can't help but imagine the qualia of such experience. What kind of specific experience did their sight gave them? Every you look is just a body of water and the look of horizon giving the subtle understanding of the infinite world.
We always think that the world has an end, that there is a goal within this scattered scheme of things. The truth is, only consciousness can give our life it's meaning. You know you can't change the world, but the mere fact that you can be gratified having been alive.You must treasure consciousness, take care of that machine we call our body.