This is where I live, this is where I watch the sun fade each night. This is the view from my front porch and I will never stop bowing my head in reverence for the gift of that truth.
I, too, remember the feeling. You are caught between all that was and all that must be. You feel lost.
There is one spectacle grander than the sea, that is the sky; there is one spectacle grander than the sky, that is the interior of the soul.
And when unrest showed on those gray shoals, he put them at dismal ease once more by reminding them that they were, even at that moment, being regarded from On High as a stiff-necked and uncircumcised generation of vipers: they found such reassurances comforting.
When in the end, the day came on which I was going away, I learned the strange learning that things can happen which we ourselves cannot possibly imagine, either beforehand, or at the time when they are taking place, or afterwards when we look back on them.
― Isak Dinesen (Karen Blixen), Out of Africa. Modern Library, 1937