After almost eighty years of use, the marble has shifted and the caulking has worked loose. We keep recaulking and searching for the leaks, but we can't seem to find them all. One can only wonder what this is doing to the wood which holds the heavy marble font loaded with water and my bulk suspended on the second floor. Don't be surprised if one day I suddenly disappear from view in a new version of Noah's flood. But that points to the ambivalent nature of water.
Water gives life.
And water destroys. Just ask the people of Jonestown, Pennsylvania, or the people of Mozambique. In the Old Testament, God destroys the earth with water. Sometimes, life gets so messed up with human intrigue and violence, you can't fix it. The only thing you can do is wipe the slate clean and start over.