There is something very profound about standing on the rocks overl00king the dazzling waters of Maine. Even on a hot summer day, the air is chilled by the icy ocean, making you reach for your sweater.   But it is enlivening to stand there, feeling the vastness of the sea and the relentlessness of the wind. Rough water makes the bell buoy ring off in the distance,  besides that, just the sea, the gulls calling and an occasional far off lobster boat, tending the traps, disturb the immense silence.