i’ve always loved sunsets, though it is only lately that i have a sea to go with it. sunsets (and the sea) have always been a reminder that my life means little in the larger scheme of things, that “men may come and men may go, but i go on forever”, as tennyson’s brook sang. the sea has been lapping against these shores for millenia. the sunset is not beautiful for *my benefit, nor is it beautiful by any particular ‘design’. so i live and love now, and someday will die. and my death (or life) will make no difference to the sea or the sunset.
and that is *such a comforting thought.