It seems with every wave an idea is born. The water pushed up on shore by wind and tide forces itself over the shallow surface of the beach and within instants the water decelerates and the wave begins to grow mixing air and water as it travels inland. Slowly as the wave progresses water percolates through the fragmented particles on the surface of the beach. And as the next wave progresses, slowly and inevitably the molecules below the surface retract back to sea, taking with it whatever smaller particles remain buoyant. My mind crashes with intention as the waves of electrical energy surge through my body. Each particle gently electrified as the idea spreads from neuron to neuron. The energy slowly fills the remaining voids, inundating the entire body as the thoughts percolate through what remains. Below the surface water fills the voids between sand particles until the sand and water forms one uniform composition. My memories, thoughts, ideas all become one in that instant of inspiration, all forms of thought uniform in time and place. And it seems as quickly as the wave was set in motion it returns itself back to the source. Slowly and painlessly the waves of intention continually crash on the beach, flood the surface and retract, taking with it whatever buoyant part of me still remain, returning them back to the depths of the sea.