of profundity and beauty

"i don't understand why there's something profound

about footprints in the sand.

And i can think about you and you're not around

i can try to be a man

but the tides still come and the tides still go."

"Dogs on the beach sprint up and back, past and sometimes skipping through the waves.  Off towards the mountains there are a few people on surfboards.  Down here the locals ride body boards.  Water breaking on rocks.  One dog with three legs and a great smile.  Planes fly into Kahului off to the left.  The three-legged dog makes a lot of friends.  The other dogs are still running up and back.  True words are not beautiful, beautiful words are not true.  People standing up on some kind of boards about 100ft out in the water, rowing themselves along slowly with paddles."

the above is quoted from my moleskine notebook.  i spent the day sitting on the beach trying to conjure a personal epiphany from simple beauty.  that night a group of local kids came up to our camp as i was dozing off in my sleeping bag.  they asked if i had any weed then started kicking me in the face.  it was way more profound than footprints in the sand but not as beautiful.