And we are surrounded by a preposterous sea of undefined possibilities, the waves of which constantly seduce our borders – urging us to leave our monocultures of mind, urging us away from the gridlock of questions and answers, right and wrong, this and that; urging us into a more profound abundance. Those that hear the rhythm of this ocean, those that heed her call, are not the brave, the brightest, the boldest, or the most beautiful of us. To be disturbed is enough. The disturbed are the children of the ocean.
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They are the ones that walk on water.
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