The sea in not less beautiful in our eyes because we know that sometimes ships are wrecked by it. On the contrary this adds to its beauty.
Simone Weil, Waiting for God
I struck the board, and cried, 'No more.I will abroad.What? Shall I ever sigh and pine?My lines and life are free; free as the road,Loose as the wind, as large as store.Shall I still be in suit?Have I no harvest but a thornTo let me blood and not restoreWhat I have lost with cordial fruit?Sure there was wineBefore my sighs did dry it: there was corn,Before my tears did drown it.Is the year only lost to me?Have I no bays to crown it?No flowers, no garlands gay? all blasted?All wasted?Not so, my heart: but there is fruit,And thou hast hands.Recover all thy sigh blown ageOn double pleasures: leave thy cold disputeof what is fit, and not. Forsake thy cage,Thy rope of sands,Which pretty thoughts have made, and made to theegood cable, to enforce and draw,And be thy law,While thou didst wink and would not see.Awake: take heed,I will abroad.Call in thy Death's head there: tie up thy fears.He that forbearsTo suit and serve his need,Deserves his load.But as I raved and grew more fierce and wildAt every word,Me thoughts I heard one calling, Child:And I replied, My Lord.
From the heart of the Tempest the Lord gave Job his answer. He said:'Have you ever in your life given orders to the morning or sent the dawn to its post,telling it to grasp the earth by its edges and shake the wicked out of it,when it changes the earth to sealing clay and dyes it as man dyes clothes;stealing the light from wicked men and breaking the arm raised to strike?Photo: Sun God by HenyeahHave you journeyed all the way to the sources of the sea, or walked where the Abyss is deepest?Have you been shown the gates of death or met the janitors of Shadowland?Have you an inkling of the extent of the earth? Tell me all about it if you have!Which is the way to the home of the light, and where does darkness live? You could then show them the way to their proper places, or put them on the path to where they live!If you know all this you must have been born with them, you must be very old by now!'Job replied to the Lord:'My words have been frivolous: what can I reply?I had better lay my finger on my lips.I have spoken once...I will not speak again;more than once...I will add nothing.'
You have built here what you or others might have built anywhere, but you have destroyed something that was unique to the world.'