“Imagine it from here everything you say in front of you — lake, trees, the mountains to the edge of the horizon — was water. Endless blue water of waves in constant motion. That’s what the ocean looks like. The girl frowned. I can’t imagine it, she said. No, said the man. You can’t. Not until you see it. And hear it. And smell it.” ImaginationOcean Book:The Bear Source: The Bear