Now you don’t.  There are these lovely hole-y rocks that are submerged or exposed, depending on the tides.  The beach grows and shrinks; the rocks appear and vanish; the moon waxes and wanes.  As does my power with words and images.  When these rocks appear as if out of nowhere, though, I do think about the forces of time, and change, and variation.  It’s all different and it’s all the same.