I love this uncrowded beach.
Nothing matters but the aimless rhythm of the waves, the sun,
the shells and pebbles that give character to the sand.
Has it ever been more beautiful?
It’s familiar, but never the same, like watching
my face resolve into the sea.
The sea had jeeringly kept his finite body up, but drowned the infinite of his soul. Not drowned entirely, though. Rather carried down alive to wondrous depths, where strange shapes of the unwarped primal world glided to and fro before his passive eyes; and the miser-merman, Wisdom, revealed his hoarded heaps; and among the joyous, heartless, ever-juvenile eternities, Pip saw the multitudinous, God-omnipresent, coral insects, that out of the firmament of waters heaved the colossal orbs. He saw God’s foot upon the treadle of the loom, and spoke it.
Quotation from Herman Melville, Moby Dick
