There is something quite epiphanic (yes I made that word up) about lying by the beach at night. With no light but the twinkliness (and another!) of the stars and nothing to be heard except for the waves lapping. No matter how good or bad a day you might have had, it doesn’t matter anymore. All you can feel is the salty breeze swallowing you and forcing you to recognize that you are not as significant as you think you are. The sea hides everything. The life in it, storms brewing, hidden treasures, lost ships. It mocks us with its capriciousness. With all our compasses and moon charts we will still never understand. How can you understand something so vast and beautiful filled where you don’t know the deepest deep.