When we come to the ocean shore we usually enjoy the beautiful but, unless there is a storm, fail to appreciate the intense might that lies within it. It's a long, long way from here to Asia. Think of it as a simple physics problem - all that mass in all that motion. Big pieces of driftwood are polished and wear away. Even the volcanic rock common in the area is pulverized, little bit by bit. It makes me feel small.
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