so profound...

Listen! you hear the grating roar
Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling,
At their return, up the high strand,
Begin, and cease, and then again begin,
With tremulous cadence slow, and bring
The eternal note of sadness in.

It is an existential film - it reminds me of that poignant classic, Blood on a Dog's Face.

It prompts deep questions as to why sand pipers hop with the wave rather than away. We'll probably never know the answer.

Another masterpiece, my friend.