The sea is my mother, my father the sky.
Both are eternal and vast, each in their way. As I rise slowly yet inexorably from Mother's protective embrace, I reach towards Father, life giver, mentor. He draws me up as spiraling vapor that is phantom-like but possessing true substance.
Under the aegis of Sky, I harness my chariot to Sister Wind and travel Earth's four corners, showering my bounty upon her children. They laud me, they thank me. However, I look upward towards Father, downward towards Mother. It is their approbation I seek. It is they who have given life and continued existence.
Praise must be directed accordingly . . .