2 Tough and Crazy people get together and consider life through the Oracle of the Foto. They contemplate  Summer Holidays, Beach, Sun and Sand. Beaches of the Tweed Coast. Pottsville and Kingscliff. Hastings Point and Wooyung. Beaches of the Mid North Coast of NSW and the Southern Border of Queensland. Beaches of Sydney. Beaches !


“You never know how many friends you have until you rent a house on the beach”


I do not wish to die –
          There is such contingent beauty in life:
          The open window on summer mornings
           Looking out on gardens and green things growing,
          The shadowy cups of rose flowering to themselves-
           Images of time and eternity-
          Silence in the garden and felt along the walls.
          The room is suddenly filled with sun,
           Like a sacrament one can never be
          Sufficiently thankful for.  Door ajar,
          The eye reaches across from one
          Open window to another, eye to eye,
          And then the healing spaces of the sky ……
–   Alfred Leslie Rowse, 1903-

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If I take the wings of the morning, and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea; Even there shall thy hand lead me, and thy right hand shall hold me.
Bible; Psalms (ch. CXXXIX, v. 9-10)

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You must not lose faith in humanity. Humanity is an ocean; if a few drops of the ocean are dirty, the ocean does not become dirty.
Mahatma Gandhi

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All know that the drop merges into the ocean, but few know the ocean merges into the drop.
… Kabir

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You do not need to leave your room. Remain sitting at your table and listen. Do not even listen, simply wait. Do not even wait, be still and solitary. The world will freely offer itself to you to be unmasked, it has no choice. It will roll in ecstasy at your feet.
… Frank Kafka

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The hollow sea-shell, which for years hath stood
  On dusty shelves, when held against the ear
    Proclaims its stormy parent, and we hear
      The faint, far murmur of the breaking flood.
        We hear the sea. The Sea? It is the blood
          In our own veins, impetuous and near.
      – Eugene J. Lee-Hamilton,
Sonnet–Sea-shell Murmurs

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