“Tahitian Beach”
“We all settled back on our leaves to watch the ocean. What ancient memories and dim recollections of the womb the breaking surf must bring back to us. How else to explain the fascination it holds? Despite our knowing with certainty that each splashing wave will be followed by another, we still see in every one something uniquely precious and powerful. It is as though each wave is a life, unique in configuration, beautiful as it rises, crests, foams, spreads, and then disappears, swallowed by the thirsty sands. We feel hope as the wave comes closer to shore. We wonder where and how it will crest. We thrill at the moment it reaches its climax. And we are saddened by its disappearance: a disappearance so complete as to make one question whether it had ever truly existed.”