I do not know what I may appear to the world, but to myself I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the seashore, and diverting myself in now and then finding a smoother pebble or a prettier shell than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me.
Isaac Newton
but the shells are so beautiful. Maybe we can stay and play on the shore all day! (I hope) I like the way the pinecone took on textural quality of shells too.
