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" I do not know why this confronts me,
This sadness, this echo of pain;
A curious legend still haunts me,
Still haunts and obsesses my brain.

The air is cool; it is twilight.
Peacefully flows the Rhine.
The summits gleam with the high light
Of sunset's curious shine.

And on one peak, half-dreaming
She sits, enthroned and fair;
Like a goddess, dazzling and gleaming,
She combs her golden hair.

With a gold comb she is combing
Her hair as she sings a song --
A song that, heard through the gloaming,
Is magically sweet and strong.

The boatman has heard; it has bound him
In the throes of a strange wild love.
He is blind to the reefs that surround him;
He is rapt with the vision above.

And lo, the wild waters are springing --
The boat and boatman are gone ...
And this, with her poignant singing,
The Lorelei has done. "

This Heinrich Heine poem, and the song, ran thru me all childhood. Now I paddle in the gleaming waters, herons overhead, sea lions beside, flashing wild Newf on shore singing, leaping swimming beside me, glimmering wavy water and all else disappears, and the haunting is fulfilled, satisfied, magic wrought leaving an obsessive pull, more more more.

http://youtu.be/9c8Ows3wRh0

Water, water, drawn to water, so strong it's like a painful giant pulling magnet ... water ... the siren song of the lorelei inherent in water ... dream of it ... swim in it ... and all sensations disappear ... water water water water water.

Reports say autistics like water. Hard to describe how much and how intense the liking is, the pull, the underlying current of yearning to go to, be in water.

Lol autistics like water? They like it so much they are 70% water!

I love water- mermaids have been an obsession since I was really little and I did my MA dissertation creative piece based on The Little Mermaid and set underwater. Here are some extracts describing the sea:

"I’d been meandering for months, floating from place to place without purpose. The sea’s a strange place. Vast, lonely depths where you can drift for years and still get nowhere, same old story, same journey over and over. Sometimes you catch a glimmer of life, the odd organism floating through the shadows but it’s usually nothing to hang around for; despite their luminescent appearance, lantern fish really are just another small piscine vertebrate. I saw a giant squid once, forty feet of pulsing, semi-transparent tentacles but didn’t wait to find out more. I swam away as fast as I could through the darkness, childhood legends of squid eating small whales, never mind anything else, swirling through my mind. It’s a lonely planet of seventy-five per cent oceans, huge expanses of open water enough to give you vertigo, punctuated by reefs and chasms. It’s no wonder we seek out land. We’re desperate for some form of contact other than the constant perpetuation of the food chain or water cycle. We’re social creatures, needing as much interaction as humans do and the sea can seem to stretch into infinite emptiness when you’re drifting aimlessly from tide to tide."

"It was the sloping sand of the ocean floor I noticed first, gradually rising upwards through the low tide. I followed it hesitantly, my fins rippling the silt as I swam, and after a while grit began to mingle with the fine grains. It’s an odd feeling approaching a shore, an anticipation of disappointment tempering the simmering excitement. I paused at the breaker line of the high tide, looking upwards through the shallowing water at the refracted sunlight. Last chance to turn back, to lose myself once more in the meandering waves and tidal shifts. I swam resolutely up shore. It was low tide; the beach stretched gritty and grey towards a stone wall. There was a pale half-light to the morning, an almost surreal calm in the rippling waves and yellow-tinged clouds. Edging further inland, I darted between rocks and surf, careful to keep out of sight. No need really; there were hardly any people out at that time in the morning apart from the occasional fisherman or walker, but I didn’t want to risk being sighted or mistaken for a dolphin. A jetty jutted out from the seafront and I slipped underneath it, crouching on seaweed-covered rocks in the shadows. A strong stench of seaweed and fish surrounded me and I breathed deeply, inhaling the smell of home as if to anchor my thoughts. High above, I could hear the alien calls of gulls and the gusting of a morning breeze. Land noises, unheard beneath the waves. I suddenly missed the lonely echoes of the ocean, sonic waves radiating across melancholy acoustics that can travel miles without detection, comforting in the vast womb of the sea. It’s different above the surface; everything seems more vivid, more real, sharper focus. It’s more immediate somehow, as though perception has undergone a Doppler shift straight to gamma. I almost turned back, ready to submerge back into the steady, predictable numbness but something kept me on the rocks, waiting for something to happen."

"The open ocean was terrifying in its enormity, stretching dizzily into the distance and seemed to be trying to pull me into its depths but I focussed on the waves above me until I broke out of the sea’s spell into the cold air. My heart was still beating fast but my mind began to focus more as I breathed in the morning, feeling the sun’s pale rays and the clear breeze calm my thoughts. It felt unfamiliar to feel more at home above the sea than under it but there was something about the sunlight that felt somehow reassuring, safe compared to the endless ocean and tides. The sun was just beginning to skid across the waves in golden ripples and the pale dawn glow seemed a different universe to the shifting shadows and dark ripples below the surface. I’d always loved the sunrise; even before I’d joined the human world, I used to rise through the early morning tides to watch the sun slip above hills and valleys, painting the world with that special half-light you only get in the early pre-dawn."

I have always liked watching water move. I like watching liquid metals even more for example elemental mercury. [youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0j2X6HZrfdE&feature=relmfu[/youtube]

I'm always drawn to water too.

I loathe water. I hate being wet. Even seeing puddles of stagnant water disgusts me at the thought of how germy and awful it would feel to get splashed. And as for pools? Not only are those wet and filled with people, but the smell of chlorine makes me gag very badly. The only thing water-related I think is beautful is fountains. But make me stand under one of the fountains, and they don't seem so beautiful...

I like ice and snow for skating and skiing.

That's so interesting I actually really like the smell of chlorine and although I know stagnant water can be dangerous I used to like to watch/listen to a water puddle running off into the sewer as a kid, so I'd stand next to it a lot

When I was a little kid, I used to slurp water off railings after it rained. Now my kid is fascinated with water to the tune of a $150 water bill. He likes to see it spray into the air--says it's like fireworks.

Hydrodynamic engineering was my research area in M.S.. I love watching flowing water and rotating objects. And... My thesis was about vortices .

Look at the beauty in this...

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sx8vA9jBEFk[/youtube]

Poseidon Undersea Resort

I'd like to go here. ^^^

A real underwater hotel sounds so cool.

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that guys face at the start is pretty good.

Omg i love water too i especially love the ocean and the waves pushing me back is soooo fun i love it i was the one who was in the water the most when me and my family went to the beach and i wish i could always be in the ocean. except not too far out cus theres sharks

Chlorine is on my top 5 list of worst smells ever. It adds this hot vapor quality to the air around you, too, so even when I breathe through my mouth around a chlorine-smelling room/place, I still get a bit of its presence from that hot tingle around my nose. And stagnant water is what mosquitoes like to breed in, and this is why you get malaria where stagnant water lies. No thanks! I also can't even drink pure water. It makes me gag, too. It's happened ever since kindergarten, where I experienced the water gag reflex at a drinking fountain at school one day. If I ever get lost somewhere and only have water to drink, I will probably die of thirst.

Love water. People can argue that it's written all over my sign (pisces). Once you get me in water it's hard to get me out. Hence why I take so long in the tub, and when I was a kid, I knew exactly the place to jump to get optimal splashing out of a puddle (my parents obviously "loved" this about me I think this is why I wore rain boots a lot the first 5 years of my life).

When I came out of the bathtub (or pool, or lake, sprinkler, etc), my grandma used to ask me when I was a kid, whether I was a mermaid or if I was a fish. The answer would vary from day to day.

The only thing I hate is being just partially wet (like just wet hands from doing the dishes).

I absolutely love the rain, and that's about it. I hate open water, and hate to swim in it.