There is a passage in The Old Man and the Sea, which I just finished reading, that shocked me as seemingly out of place, yet alluring:
It was dark now as it becomes dark quickly after the sun sets in September. He lay against the worn wood of the bow and rested all that he could. The first stars were out. He did not know the name of Rigel but he saw it and knew soon they would all be out and he would have all his distant friends. "The fish is my friend too," he said aloud. "I have never seen or heard of such a fish. But I must kill him. I am glad we do not have to try to kill the stars." Imagine if each day a man must try to kill the moon, he thought. The moon runs away. But imagine if a man each day should have to try to kill the sun? We were born lucky, he thought.
I initially interpreted it as a reference to humans being minuscule in relation to our environment, which would correlate with the fragile old man being pulled around my an enormous marlin in the middle of the sea. However, I feel that there is much more to this passage that I am missing, and would like to hear others' interpretations.
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