When you go to the sea, it's funny to see people hopping, jumping, screaming wildly and all of them so excited! 

But then as you pause to think, you realize that's how most people negotiate with the excess that they cannot handle, the vastness that they cannot comprehend. They interpret the text at the momentary impulse, almost conclusively.

The waves as they come together, holding hands, and splash with an exuberance of unexplained energy, they perhaps kindle some sort of an unadulterated joy. In fact, they initiate pristine flashes of unthinkable moments when perfect strangers across all age groups smile at each other and even share moments of thoughtless laughter. 

And yet, the wealth of civilization never came without the baggage of grotesque morons - those that punctuate the natural symphony with chaotic cacophony. 

But when you learn to unsee all of this and you look at the sea beyond these playful and restless waves, you are humbled by the vastness of the unending grey...how similar to the innumerable finite individuals who live out their lives - bubbling with activities and engagements on the surface, while the core lies deep and peaceful, brimming with thoughts that lie too deep to be disturbed by the surface realities...the vastness invites you to participate in this serenity... to witness the enigmatic process of relentlessly nurturing mysterious forms of life in complete silence down the labyrinthine subconscious which builds those lovely luminous bridges of memories - lived and imagined, across lifetimes...

You close your eyes.

The clouds float on the waves...