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Ships at a distance have every man's wish on board. For some they come in with the tide. For others they sail forever on the horizon, never out of sight, never landing until the Watcher turns his eyes away in resignation, his dreams mocked to death by Time.
I was thinking about it watching Madame Butterfly at the Met Opera recently. She's always waiting for her man's ship to arrive, and once it arrives everything will be OK. Something here is about horizons, hope, waiting. The promise of "a bag."
What else partakes in this extended conceptual metaphor, what's it all about, where does it come from what're its origins who's riffed on it