I snapped this picture a couple of years ago. Nothing extraordinary, really. Just a picture of average-looking waves on a beach.
Since ¾ of the world is covered with water, the sight of waves on a beach is an extremely common thing.
Yet, the view from such an ordinary shore, watching the unspectacular tide rolling in and out, always gets me thinking.
Even looking at a photo taken a couple of years ago gets me in the thinking mood.
In the philosophical mood.
I think of the vastness of the ocean. Of the water. And of all the millions, even billions of file forms populating the depths.
I think of how all those lives play a part in the life of the ocean, and how each of those lives plays a part in my life, and the circle of life on the planet Earth.
Looking at the waves, I think how, of all the possible worlds in the universe, I am here: how I am on this one, covered with water, not too close, yet not to far from our life-giving Sun. how unlikely it was that any life, let alone for my life, to exist.
I see the tranquility of the waves and how peaceful it looks from the shore; how it all looks from a view on the beach.
I think of my part in all of it.
My obligation to others – human and non-human. To the other people standing on the beach, looking out at the ocean, wondering about the life beneath the waves, their place in the universe, and about all those other people standing on the beach thousands of miles away.
All of us wondering what it all means –
If it means anything at all.
I think of this.
While standing on an ordinary beach.