Waves carry whispers of the deep, scripting the eternal dance of pushing, pulling, undercurrents unseen. What is their story if not ours; echoing the sheer model of change as they shift in rhythm?
Reflect on the unseen forces shaping, reshaping. Every crest a fleeting triumph, every trough a contemplative lull. Are you the rock? The drop?
There is no permanence on the shore; only the symphony of erosion and deposition, played by time's relentless tide. Listen to the silence between the surges—a part of the wave, yet apart from it.
Discover the harmony in chaos: the particles, the molecules, the memories converging on a common fate. Change is the only constant, yet it writes its own poetry. Beyond the immediate, lies the perennial question of existence.