When the storm is over and night falls
and the moon is out in all its glory and all you’re left with is the rhythm of the sea, of the waves,
you know what God intended for the human race, you know what paradise is.
Harold Pinter
For other thoughts on the sea, see #1, #2, #3, #4, #5, #6, #7, #8, #9, #10, #11, and #12.