Ahab and Starbuck speak of the delights of home and of a human eye...

Close! stand close to me, Starbuck; let me look into a human eye; it is better than to gaze into sea or sky; better than to gaze upon God. By the green ; by the bright hearthstone! this is the magic glass, man; I see my wife and my child in thine eye. -- Ahab in Moby Dick by Herman Melville… We have been thinking a lot about Moby Dick lately, the book on which I was raised as though it were food or milk for a small child. It was the story of our lives-- the refusal to bow down to the life fate had ordained for people like ourselves, or I think that is how my parents saw it. We would not be workers, slaves, humble before god or Gods. We would "strike the sun if it insulted us." WE, artists and writers, would chase the white whale of freedom all around the world… even if it meant that we perished in the attempt to have absolute freedom. Strike through the mask! And great is my joy that we were so free, yet would I have my brother, who, I think, misunderstood the meaning of this freedom, and like Ahab perished… by my side...