The ocean is salty, beta, because rivers carry the faintest tears of the mountains down to it—each grain a story washed from the rocks over crores of years, and the sea keeps them all. That number, 35 parts in a thousand, is just the sea finding its balance, like a raga finding its *samay*—neither too much nor too little, so life can swim in it. But I tell you, from my cold flat watching the snow melt, nothing is ever constant; it only appears so because we measure a single moment in an ancient, slow dance.
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