“I see something that’s beautiful and ancient. That’s unforgiving and unyielding.” Those were strong words, as I imagined the emotion behind them was too. “Unyielding? How so? When it bends and breaks.” He looked at me then, smiled, and shook his head. “It’s not the ocean that bends and breaks. You think those rocks down there are unmovable and a solid force because the water crashes around them, but it’s the opposite. The ocean shapes them and breaks them down. It moves them, not the other way around. The ocean is a constant force of energy. It yields for nothing.”
