A girl stands, hand tightly tucked into her Father’s, at the edge of the ocean, water lapping at her toes and wind whipping her tendrils of hair. She can taste the salt in the air every time she inhales. As far as she can see are vast waters that appear to spread with no end. She looks up at her Father, whose gaze is fixed on her instead of the horizon. He smiles and speaks confidently. You asked to cross the ocean, and now it’s time. Everything you need is inside of you. The girl looks one last time at the infinite water, unclasps her hand from her Father’s, and…