I would have to deliberately pick up something and examine it carefully. A stone, a shell, anything at all while the panic subsided. And then there would come a joy so calm, so quietly peaceful, devoid of all human thought.

Then there was only the Ocean. To be in there, inside my very source, was more than a thought because there were no thoughts. There was only extending my finger to a horseshoe crab, swimming alongside a flounder, coming face to face with a sea robin, undulating along with the algae.