Daily, we traverse the unconscious ocean in the dark, facing the winds and variant precipitation, often with faulty navigational equipment. The lighthouses in our life come in endless form, guiding us through the night for safe passage. Of course, the creatures of the deep may capsize our ship at any moment, if we are lucky, regardless of the best circumstances. In an instant, we are propelled high into the sky or pulled deep into the core. There is a momentary awareness of the need for mercy concurrent with a surrender to the forces in charge. The capsized ego must rest and rebuild toward a new horizon that can only be revealed in the light of surrender. The seed of mercy awakens, ready to be planted in the world.