When in doubt, listen to the tides. They teach patience, though you may hear their crashing only as muted thunder. Sink your feet into the cool sand—become air and water, then find solace in their unmoving lectures.
Once restlessly seeking clarity through the labyrinth of your neurons, learn now to follow the pulse of the ocean. Each wave is a manifesto, etching ephemeral truths into the eternal testament of earth. These truths we can't voice, only surrender to.
Observe the shoreline's silent screams: as foam burgeons and recedes, so nerves untangle from shadowed screams left beneath vastness. Know that crescendos of water carry their own dialects, unread by hurried minds, but legible to those whom shorelines recommission.