The beachcomber experiences the richness of life in the moment, pausing to take in every morsel of sensation, sinking their emotional and physical being into a state of oneness with their environment. Time becomes a relative concept as opposed to a destination. Stop and smell the roses is the short and trite expression of this space but the literal interpretation is only referring to a singular sense. This path isn't confined or defined by a single-lane biological highway transmitting information, it is a melding of multiple inputs which create a symphony of carnal vibrations. Danny Langston...