S. - Ship of Theseus - Pg 221

 The rowboat catches the crest of a modest wave, picking up speed and gliding smoothly forward. The feeling, for those seconds, is glorious--it reminds him that he is human, that he is so insignificant as to be utterly free, and he is being guided along gracefully, lovingly, by the hand of Nature--and if trees him, however transiently, from all worry and fear and fury and grief. "I enjoyed that," he says aloud, as much to the stars as to the rower.