“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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