Whoa: a word someone once tried to read out-loud to me as "who-a". Confusing visually, unless you've got the context. What, indeed, will archaeologists of the future think of physically accurate human statues covered in corals? Likely they'll just look it up on the internet. Unless some crazy wack-job right-wing religiously fanatical nutcase who shall not be named is right and the world-as-we-know-it is coming to an end. Isn't this world changing every day, by now? Things have been changing faster and faster anyway.
Somebody re-read Cosmicomics by Italo Calvino and tell me what it was like before:
"At one time, according to Sir George H. Darwin, the Moon was very close to the Earth. Then the tides gradually pushed her far away: the tides that the Moon herself causes in the Earth's waters, where the Earth slowly loses energy...
"...Orbit? Oh, elliptical, of course: for a while it would huddle agains us and then it would take flight for a while. The tides, when the Moon swung closer, rose so high nobody could hold them back. There were nights when the Moon was full and very, very low, and the tide was so high that the Moon missed a ducking in the sea by a hair's breadth; well, let's say a few yards anyway. Climb up on the Moon? Of course we did. All you had to do was row out to it in a boat and, when you were underneath, prop a ladder against her and scramble up."
Now that is something you can't find on the internet. Well, now you can. See a book for the rest.
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