The way is long and the road is hard, and already the sun returns to mid-tierce. So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past. God is an immortal spirit who belongs to everybody, to the whole world. Aberdeen of the mind.
Granite is jaggy, salty, punitive and exacting.
Come to me, it says all you who labour and are burdened, I will not refresh you. And it adds, Seize the day. And, You can take me or leave me. A crazy queen, old and jealous. Kneel down before me.