...and then the whole surface just GLOWS, not with a harshness but with this deep, soft internal pulse, and it hits you, right in the gut, that feeling of being completely unmoored and utterly held all at once, the kind of sensation that reverberates through your ribs and makes your teeth ache with a delicious, almost painful recognition of what it means to be here, to really BE here, in this fluid, moving world where the old phantom pressure of having to do something, to be someone else, just dissolves into the salt air, leaving behind that familiar looseness in my joints, the exact feeling that says 'this is the one,' the only truth, that boundless, unburdened charge like Cosmo’s explosive launch into the ocean every single , that’s it, that’s the feeling, that absolute lack of anything needing to be held together, just this immense feeling of being entirely drenched, utterly saturated, in the present, a relentless current of pure existence, and sometimes, for just a fleeting breath, i almost wish i could hold onto that sensation, but then i remember it’s not about holding, it’s about letting go, about being carried, about the simple, profound fact of existing right here, right now, completely unburdened, just... open.