Because I can afford to sound crazy here

A song like the hallow tone of wind around cool metals poles, lining the beach in summer. A light and air and smell that seeps into your skin, blending itself within you, rather than allowing you to observe, an isolated bubble of the artificial warmth and smells of humanity: hard walls, classy, pristine and detached. Here you are a part that exists between grass and sunlight, cool soil and tender breeze. You are an element of your own, but also nothing more- an element. There is land and sea and air and human, and they all run into each other as the sand runs into the ocean and the ocean runs into the horizon. And there is man, standing atop one, within another and breathing life from the third. He crosses all these lines that run vertical as he stands, erect, and blends them all. He is the link that keeps them attached, and therefore dissolves himself in each one, to get a firm grip which ties him to reality, like glue seeping into the crevasses of these substances, holding them together and changing their very state of being. Being changed in his own state of being.