If you took a million pennies and poured them into the ocean, you'd have a beautiful sight.... a million pennies in the ocean.

Did you think I was going to turn that into something more? Perhaps a metaphor or some sort of stunning imagery?

I suppose I could talk about the copper that glistens as it falls, drifting farther and farther down. The rays from above will catch it at certain depth, then release it just the same.

I could turn it into a fairy tale. Say that when the painted zinc hits the floor, beautiful copper coral will flourish throughout, breathing life through all who meet it.

But the thing is... I can't say any of that.

I CAN say that a million pennies were poured into the ocean. I can say that the fauna below may die from mistaking food and money.

You cannot make things into what they are not. There are no dimensions if you refuse to see them. There are no sun rays and fairy tales, there may be turtles, but I'll never know.

All I know is that there are now a million pennies down below.