Over time, the way we interpret something can change. If we forget the crashing waves and and salty air new forms can be born. Now we can make our own story for what is in front of us. Instead of seeing an aging, tired rock being pummeled by crashing waves we can see a majestic mountain top rising from the fog below. We can see a mountain so tall that not even the fog can overcome its height.
What something is, is independent of our interpretation.
