My feet trek across cold sand through a subtle early morning mist. The stillness of the sea is spread out before me, a limitless scope of blue constant. Thoughts race through my troubled and scattered brain as I climb into the empty lifeguard stand; dusted with sand and damp with dawn’s dew. It’s all so beautiful but what is the purpose? What is the true intent of it all? I examine the perfectly rounded lines on the tips of my fingers. I try to call my thoughts into order before they race out of control. I’m filled with wonder, awe and plagued with unanswered questions. I am so limited, bound and constrained by my brain, my body, a 24,000 mile globe. Sea breeze nestles against my face, tossing my summer sun-kissed blonde hair. The season is over, the shore is mine, but I get this feeling in the midst of my loneliness that I am anything but. As the thoughts press on, the questions pile up. I finally exclaim, “I need to hear You!” And suddenly, before the last word reaches my lips an ocean wave breaks, crashes against the beach with a beautiful thud and an expanding hiss. It sucks back into the murky blue only to form again. It’s then I see The Artist in everything. The Intelligent Design behind my entire surroundings, my entire existence, all that I know. I sense the unlimited in the tiniest details of the beautifully well-constrained. The Artist has made Himself known. Rest and peace pervade. All is calm. Another wave breaks.