" I have seen the stars, I have seen the constellations. I have seen that you are desperate to take on a fleeting form. Strung up as a defiant effigy against the bedrock of your nature...we have bound ourselves in want and suffering of these images. These pillars, these props of limited wants and whims, of titles and glory..they have wounded us."
You have worked so hard to make graven your image in stone...yet you are water, you are fluid. You are the oceans. Could we accept this and inherit our deeper meaning, or shall we continue to revel in our desperate fears, these corroding pains?
