Where does a story begin? The fiction is that they do, and end, rather than that the stuff of a story is just a cup of water scooped from the sea and poured back into it. — Rebecca Solnit In an age when man has forgotten his origins and is blind even to his most essential needs for survival, water along with other resources has become the victim of his indifference. —Rachel Carson I n 1849, after hearing Ralph Waldo Emerson deliver the lecture “Mind and Manners in the Nineteenth Century,” Herman Melville , in one of his bouts of enthusiasm, scribbled a letter to a friend. “I love all men who dive ,” he declared.