As the title so eloquently put, I came across a really cool poem/anecdote the other day.
“A rouge wave, exceeding the height of its peers, by no device of its own, but rather the conditions of the ocean, leaves a mark far up on the shore and splashes sunbathers, trying to wake them up. But they think the wave itself is what was to be seen. Time passes, now others argue that the mark is of importance because we can deduce what the wave was really like; others claim we have no access to how the wave really was and what caused it to be so special. Centuries pass, many people have killed for the wave, its mark and what can be deduced from them; everyone is still sleeping, there’s no one to jump in the water.”
–Anonymous
I dug it, thought you gals and guys might as well.
