Resilience, Infinity, Roses

Besides a steady supply of air for the muscles in your treading legs, and perhaps a good lifeguard, what one needs when they're pulled out from shore on their quest to count the waves (the answer is infinity, infinity waves, my moist friend), what a swimmer stuck in suspense some ways from the shore needs is resilience—but listen, it is resilience in the sense I speak of, keeping your head, staying calm and remembering not to swim against the current of the riptide, but to swim with it, parallel to the shore, letting it take you home.