In every wave lies the erosion of hidden histories. We walk upon the shores of time, unconsciously scouring the sands for traces of ol' meanings, long ground into sea spray. Accept the symbology, employ it; let your decisions resonate, echo, multiply.
Each symbol speaks in dialects of the past, indisputable maps to lost territories of meaning, vestiges engraved in palimpsests of collective memory, marked in transient ink. Yet, the opportunity to harness these symbols – that is what escapes us all too often.
Join in understanding the impending necessity, the ineffable movement of cultural tides that synchronize and harmonize like waves always seem able to do. The sea of context is timeless in its depth and reach, and who among us can plead ignorance in the face of resurrection?
Engage with these symbols, in their cryptic eligibility: ideographs or hieroglyphs, the language masks and sands would seem to accommodate them ill. Gaze below the patterning waves in diverging currents of cultural understanding, wrought from patience and oil lamp antiquity.