I sat on the beach in Sanur, Bali today. I was still nursing a bit of s stomach thing, but gotta get out and see the world.
Everything was put into perspective.
At first I thought about Stephen Dedalus, and his epiphany at the end of A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, in which he sees the girl on the beach and decides then to leave the Catholic Church and pursue his life as an artist.
But mostly I thought about time. The ocean seems to erase time, or at least extend beyond our experience of it. It brings human time and geological time together. The infinite horizon suggests a time beyond our abilities to perceive. The regular lapping of the waves are a like second hand, steady and predictable. And it both intimidating and soothing.
It felt good to gather my bearings, but things into perspective.