There is a myriad of people asserting erroneous claims and egregious fallacies.

However, the
ripples of hypnotically soothing sea engendered his peculiarly calm state of mind. Employing
one’s consciousness to surge out of this state of idleness did not seem salient or in any way
important. It somehow seemed advantageous to remain like this, not to reason about anything
particular, not to be galvanized into taking any perfunctory action. It felt as if his conscious self
was slowly fading away, torn apart by caustic motion of waves grinding against the shore.
Crafting a mental image of what was left behind did not substantiate a reason to look back. It
only elucidated an esoteric feeling of loneliness he had felt for quite some time. It was a
tenuous emotion. Is feeling pointless an anomaly when a plethora of never-ending facets of
waves are never tall enough to throw him out of this unsettling, ubiquitous commotion…