Once upon a time, an ancient stone giant decided he wanted to see the ocean before his life ended. He walked and walked and walked, step after step after step, carving out valleys with his feet and breathing clouds into his stone lungs. Every breath, closer to death. After a long time he grew very tired but, determined to see the ocean, he plodded on. Until, on the horizon, this wise one saw a glimmer, a shimmer of blue as sunlight was caught in a net of wet. He lay down at the waterline and smiled. He died with the sound of the tide in his ears. The passing years and rolling sands buried his feet and his belly and hands. And in 2008, this year, I came here. And all I could see was his ear.
