But when you slice truth too thin, you deceive.
We don't go to the ocean for anything as simple as happiness, do we? We go there to feel alive. Like life, the ocean holds chance and change, grief and terror and beauty. It promises mortality, not peace.
Bleeding isn't optional for most of us.
Who wants to feel everything everyone else feels all the time?
Religion turned some folks belligerent.
How to put this feeling, this certainty, into something as limited as words?