Time passes, things change... All that sounds so obvious.
What impressed and moved people once has nowadays a different impact on our collective imaginary.
Nevertheless, the charm and the magic of sails, which spreads out like an enormous bird's wings and the boat which slips over the waves are unchanged, maybe immutable.
Sailing boats are a metaphor of our wish of freedom, identified in the unreachable flight of a bird.
Those horrible big fast noisy motor-boats and the even more unbearable water motorbike can give someone a shiver of adrenaline due to speed, but they have not the long lasting poetry and the vibrant meaning of a sailing boat.
Anyway sailing boats are not silent as one might think, on a sailing boat there is a lot of noise, but it’s the quality which makes either the positive or the negative valence of a noise, like of everything else.
When the noise is in reality a sound of flapping sails, of wind of water against the hull... it become like a little symphony.
A sailor is an artist whose medium is the wind.
But Seneca said that if one does not know to which port one is sailing, no wind is favourable.