The Surface

Ah human creatures. Forever bobbing on the ripples of reality, endlessly exasperated by the discomfort, yet never questioning the cause. There is an ocean beneath that rippling surface, and such monsters within. Leviathans, but more real—which is to say more dangerous. For these monsters are locked in endless conflict, thrashing against their God, and the tumult of their struggle shatters the surface of the ocean to a great boiling foam. The men on the surface rage against one another at the disturbance, but they will resume their business again at the slightest calm. What will it take for them to see? If one could be brought beneath the surface, even for a moment, would it kill him? Could he withstand? And would it even make a difference, or would he dismiss it as a dream?