Nature allowed only the fit and the lucky to share this paradise-in-the-making.
You only have to forgive once. To resent, you have to do it all day, every day.
It is a luxury to do something that serves no practical purpose: the luxury of civilization.
That's how life goes on - protected by the silence that anesthetizes shame.
There are times when the ocean is not the ocean - not blue, not even water, but some violent explosion of energy and danger: fierceness on a scale only gods can summon.
You don’t think ahead in years or months: you think about this hour, and maybe the next. Anything else is speculation.