waves, making them, making them without caring, or too aware of all the other waves, and floating, like driftwood, among them, not making any waves at all, trying to be yet another water molecule, trying to blend, to fit, to be a link in the chain, to not stand out, to remain, to remove a face, to not create, the fine line between making waves and not making waves, when two wavemakers come together and create disastrous waves, tidal waves, tsunamis, the things that destroy cities or even civilizations, but really waves and ripples, the extremes found and embraced, and nothing changes, but the complex wave structure that covers or models the surface tension of the lake of life