The ocean doesn't discard. Every molecule is borrowed, used, returned. Coral builds cathedrals from the dissolved bones of ancestors. Nothing is waste when everything is current.
A single drop of water in the Pacific may take a thousand years to complete its circuit. Patience is not stillness. Patience is movement so vast it appears motionless.
The reef breathes in calcium, exhales architecture. Each polyp a mason, each generation a foundation. What dies becomes the floor on which new life stands.
Below the photic zone, light becomes rumor. Yet life persists — bioluminescent, patient, ancient. The deep does not need the sun. It makes its own.