I love the ocean. It’s seemingly endless and can be unpredictable.
I love grammar. A wise man told me once that grammar doesn’t exist. That I found disheartening. I wish he'd said, "We do not know if grammar exists or not, but it seems reasonable to assume that it does."
Grammar is almost like a living thing; mysterious and messy for its own sake. Sometimes, there are no rules. (Plus no freedom in how to use the non-existent rules.) Other times, it fully contradicts its own rules. No one knows why, it’s just the way it is.
And everyone agrees on that.
I love grammar. It’s so much more than all of its seemingly endless rules combined. And it can be unpredictable. Just like the ocean.