Ah yes, the Work. I think that's what Dimitri was referring to as Play, if I'm not mistaken - the work that feeds the soul. I think I'd fare better at the ocean now than I would have if I'd been able to frequent it after I left Greece, since now I know to avoid the burning sun and idiots... (before I would have tried for the tanning competition...)

I once saw some ducks at the shore of a lake - one of them was a smallish duck. It was cute and seemed quite tame, so I picked it up. It seemed ok with that, but then I thought - it's a duck, and therefore a floatation device. Let's observe how it swims. I put it in the water, and it sank. I kid you not, this duck sank to the bottom. Luckily the bottom was shallow enough that it could spring upward and out of the pond. My companions accused me of duck abuse, but to this day I maintain my innocence. Mater Plan requires extensive testing...