Beyond are the old rollers coming in for millions of years. But the water was here once. You think about the sea that covered this place hundreds of millions of years ago, the slow evaporation, mud turned to stone. There's nothing calm in those thoughts. It isn't finished, it can still tear apart.
Nothing is finished.
You take your chances. In Ms. Proulx's bleak but expressive stories, the stone turns back to mud again. People take their chances and lose. Why spend hundreds on a bigger monitor enlarge the one you have Satellite technology pinpoints your location with this advanced dashboard computer Bathe your pet without water Zap mosquitoes before they zap you.