No-one who had known my father and me, let alone a casual observer of our relationship, would ever guess that I would burst into tears upon being surprised by a wide stretch of the North Sea less than an hour before my train would reach Edinburgh. The sea was his greatest love. I never took it amiss, though. He was right.

To my children

Addendum (December 22, 2016)

Having come across this piece purely by chance, I found it a bit puzzling. In particular, why was it dedicated to my children? Was I concerned that they would take amiss my greatest love in turn? If so, what would it be? My Residua, the greatest project in my life? Back then, I must have been thinking this way. So many years later, my greatest love would come under diverse names, but liberation is closest to my heart at present. And my magnum opus charts my meandering path to it, thus potentially helping others on the path find their own liberation in the fullness of time. Now, would my children take it amiss? Or would they think me right?