The sea holds everything we dreamed as children, and it all comes back when we drive over a high hill and see the waves smash on the rocks: so we awoke when only five into a darkness full of fright. Perhaps it dreamt us once, and brought us forth without a sense of time. To contemplate it is to drift back into a vast wash of being that dissolves the self in the surge of quite another life until one last, cold current intervenes and we know we’ll not emerge.