One afternoon I made tuna sandwiches, shared them and then went down to the sea. A tuna sandwich is easy to understand. Cats and birds don't need an explanation. The minute you open a can of tuna, cats come running and crows swoop around.
I thought about the sandwich while strolling on the beach and watching the waves roll in. There's nothing to think, other than two slices of toast, some tuna and a dill pickle. As for life and death, I stood at the edge of salt water and gazed towards the horizon and into the sky and walked away, none the wiser.