The waves you see have no effect on the deep dark and still waters that govern our society, that governs everything between the farthest away and what’s inside of you. All is a habitual construction. A manner of human interaction too scared of the naked curiosity a child practices. The waves are keeping you afloat in the delusion of the person you’ve made for yourself or the person you’ve been handed by others.
Essence is always present. You may meditate or contemplate but then again get into the wavelengths of your unself. The addiction is strong. But once abandoned a great cathedral will reveal itself from within.
In that return to innocence you will be at the place of real worship. The place various holy artworks, songs, chants and rhythms have reminded you during the years lost as a ship on the waves.