“If I am the sun, you are the sea.” “What?” “In the story,” he presses, “Icarus is warned not to fly too close to sun or sea. It’s not the sun that kills him, Teddy. It’s the sea. Both are wild and untamed. Both are strong. You’re not a victim of the forces that surround you. You are the force. Depthless, endless, ever reaching. You’re not Icarus. You’re the sea.”
