This perfectly sums up why I hate going to the beach.
Also, as soon as you go out above your head, you have no way of knowing how deep the water is. Maybe you're floating over some terrible gash in the earth's crust, miles and miles deep. Just imagine what might be coming up out of the blind bowels of the earth with its mouth open as you stupidly tread water?
And this perfectly sums up why I hate the ocean with a fiery passion, articulated much better than I ever could. Thank you, Max, thank you.