Three flat black marble slabs lie on the pavement in front of a long pier out to the Atlantic. On each, many names are inscribed. Between the slabs, smaller slabs quote poetry, or they quote prose. This one quotes Gibran:
For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun.
And what is it to cease breathing but to free the breath from its restless tides,
That it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?
Restless tides is nice, but UD‘s with Leopold Bloom.
Plenty to see and hear and feel yet.