Not a world of the disturbed sleep of lovers of intoxicating drink. Nor the spectral experience of the watchers of crystals, crop circles, or stonehenge. For theirs is a momentary rhapsody. A mere wisp of the breeze in the passing of time. But the ocean, the ocean abides forever.
Tides rise and fall.
Only to find their way back. Drawn ever homeward. The wind, moon, and sun conspire to create the most extraordinary production of the ages. He too is drawn ever homeward. I am he and the ocean is where my place is found.