Out the Pacific at Ocean Beach, he appeared in black wetsuit like some kind of Greek Mythology god. Young and beautiful. For a long moment he stood with his board and worshipped the ocean's stormy surf constantly pushing its way onto the beach. I suspected it was something he had to do, something he needed--the sea--as much I.  He bent over into the turning surf and bathed his hands and hair and face carefully with the salty sea.  I thought it was him. Him, I imagined. Matthew Rae, an imaginary character and Zeno's best friend, come to life...