Thinking about Aeneas.
I've mentioned before on this blog that when Aeneas leaves Troy, the last thing he sees in the flames is the Temple of Ceres, goddess of the grain. When he finally washes up on some godforsaken beach, it is what is left of his crew's meager grain supply that Vergil describes floating up onto the beach and mingling with the sand.
Grain in fire and death; grain in water with potential of life, if not gone to rot.
The ancients understood that at the edges of experience lies sustenance.Everything else flows therein.