But the sea was not in a battle with the wall. The waves that appeared to be assaulting it had traveled hundreds of miles, searching their own path of least resistance. Today, that passage ended against the wall. The sea, knowing only its pure self, went as far as it could without fear, without hate, without malice. Upon reaching an abrupt end to its forward journey, it turned back on itself, neither loving nor hating the wall, only knowing its new direction, only knowing itself.
(From The Wall and the Sea, an essay in my upcoming book: And Then I Smiled: Reflections on a Life Not Yet Complete”)