Friday, July 22, 2005

The Beach

Before bed, we wandered along the beach in front of the hotel. It seems poetic that hourglasses fill with sand. Beaches are like the accumulated refuse of time. I feel the same way everyone does on the beach; relaxed and soothed, but also a bit lonely. The ocean is so massive and impersonal that we feel the immediate urge to walk into its waves and merge with oblivion. This need to connect with the universal while being obliterated is at the heart of all selfless endeavors. So, perhaps the heart of all selfless endeavors is a return to the liquid realm.

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