It hurts, doesn't it? They say we lost our hair, made our skin supple and smooth and fragile, because we once had an affair with the sea. That we were almost seals- buoyant, playful, from birth itself swimming up, to savor the air, where every other mammal fears and drowns and dies. But we left, and the ocean is far behind, and you can feel it, can't you? You are a fish out of water, a whale beached on the sand, and it hurts more than anything you could ever hope to describe.