“The bad news is you’re falling through the air, nothing to hang on to, no parachute.

life is like getting into a boat that’s just about to sail out to sea and sink.

Falling from airplanes the people are crying thank you, thank you, all down the air; and the cold carriages draw up for them on the rocks. Divinity is not playful. The universe was not made in jest but in solemn incomprehensible earnest. By a power that is unfathomably secret, and holy, and fleet. There is nothing to be done about it, but ignore it