waves and their silent audience
past ramberg. reminds me of a story about a little wave frolicking under the sun, teasing the fish, surfing, until it looked up and saw the waves before it, all crashing onto the shore. A passing big wave saw the little wave's horror, and asked it what the matter was. You don't understand, the little wave said, we're all soon to crash!, we're all doomed! No, it is you who doesn't understand, the big wave said gently; we're not waves, but part of the ocean.