“While wandering a deserted beach at dawn, stagnant in my
work, I saw a man in the distance bending and throwing as he walked the endless
stretch toward me. As he came near, I could see that he was throwing starfish,
abandoned on the sand by the tide, back into the sea. When he was close enough
I asked him why he was working so hard at this strange task. He said that the
sun would dry the starfish and they would die. I said to him that I thought he
was foolish. there were thousands of starfish on miles and miles of beach. One
man alone could never make a difference. He smiled as he picked up the next
starfish. Hurling it far into the sea he said, "It makes a difference for
this one." I abandoned my writing and spent the morning throwing
starfish.”
― Loren Eiseley
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