I think the main reason the ocean has such a draw is that it doesn’t give a shit. How’s that for mystical? The ocean doesn’t give a shit about you or your problems. It doesn’t care about your rent, relationships, work deadlines, or mean people on the internet. And it is huge as hell. If you’re at the right beach you can stand in front of something that not only fills the entirety of your periphery and from your feet to forever out in front of you, but also doesn’t give a damn about you one bit.
To quote Herman Melville, the ocean is dispassionate as fuck.