"Man first of all exists, encounters himself, surges up in the world – and defines himself afterward." Jean-Paul Sartre
I stand alone on the rocky shore--wind whipped, rain-soaked, lips tasting like salt spray--looking out into the ocean. My internal workings begin to match the ebb and surge of the ocean. The tightness in me retreats. No one in the entire world knows I'm here, standing at the ocean's edge whooping loudly into the wind, celebrating the crashing waves.
I stand alone on the rocky shore and, for a moment, belong to the world unselfconsciously.