There is something about the sound of the sea eternally etching new patterns on a rocky shore, isn't there? Perhaps the peace it brings harks back to some prehistoric era, an Easter egg hidden in every mans subconscious for him to find. The sea to me is like unto a fire in the manner under which it snares my attention and draws me into a place where an eternally unique pattern of sight and sound are the limits of my perception and time has no meaning.
Yesterday as I hung in the amphitheatre of Orchestra Cave, surrounded by the sounds of the sea, I felt extrodinarily peaceful and relazed. It made me wonder if the sea could ever mean as much to me as mountains do.
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