The Ocean

I once had a dream that I was standing in the ocean, just off shore. There was an old man standing next to me, and he told me to cup my hands in the water. I did, and trapped a bit of water in my grip.
He said, "That is what happens when you are born."
I asked, "What happens when we die?"
"Open your hands."
I watched as my fistful of soul disappeared into the endless ocean. "That's kind depressing," I said to him.
He pointed to the horizon and replied, "That's because you're not seeing the whole picture."