Stepping into the ocean, perhaps the night after a great storm,
with waters still raging and warm from the rain; you might be obliged to continue on till lights along the darkened shoreline give way to bobbing valleys and watery mountains.
Further into your obligation, swirls of cold current mix with the warm rain water, shocking your senses; ocean animals bump against your body, placing you into uncertainty.
But if you close your eyes and allow ambitions to escape, you may feel something like the lazy comfort of pure white satin pillows.
Standing on the waves as they roll below your toes, with water pumping comfortably into your lungs and out again,
you hear the clicks and drums of distant fish; you see strings of odd light from deeper creatures; they spiral downward leading you like steps into the Realms of the Abyssal.