Interesting Hive account@johngeddesj to see how the two works you show, both the painting and the poem, merge into one, and encompass the fact that time erodes everything and that just like the waves of that immense sea, they unfold to the shore without knowing where they originate, so are we, in this world, going like waves guided by the wind, towards an uncertain destination, leaving traces in our wake with the certainty of knowing that we will return but with the uncertainty of not knowing where, nor when.