The sounds of Pacific Ocean waves pounding against the shore are extraordinary. Massive crashing thuds remove any misconception that humans control this planet. We are powerless. We can only sit and observe in righteous awe.
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That’s the best part of being by the ocean, it provides the essential perspective.
Lest anyone think otherwise, I am not suggesting a higher power other than nature.