^{My home is water and your home is earth. I rise to the surface to breathe air, I glide down through the darkening rainbow. The water sleeks my hair as I swim. And when I stand on the sea-bed, the currents comb my waving hair; my whole body seems to ripple.}

                                                                                        ^{The Wildman, an early 13 century East Anglian folk tale.}