I don't know how to frame an ocean so broad and open, but how far do I need to sail out to find the kind of depth I yield for?

I watch the Pacific wave its long sleeves in the shimmering morning light; there is only a glass window between us, but it feels so remote as a dream. I walk by its side (even have my shoes wet), and listen to its many voices; still I don't feel it as close as I want it to be. I envy these rocks and those sea lions and sea otters. (After all, men are terrestrial animals, and we do not feel home at the sea. So I still like mountains more.)