Sublime

Melissa is not coming back, the trout aren’t, and neither is the elephant nor the pelican. Nature might invent a speckled proud coldwater fighting fish again but she will never again give the improbable elephant another go.

so, in his inclement, howling old age, Ahab's soul, shut up in the caved trunk of his body, there fed upon the sullen paws of its gloom!

“all civilizations eventually experience violent restructuring of material and ideological realities such as destruction or re-creation.”

Job 41 [147] “Can you draw out Leviathan[148] with a fishhook, or press down its tongue with a cord? 2 Can you put a rope in its nose, or pierce its jaw with a hook? 3 Will it make many supplications to you? Will it speak soft words to you? 4 Will it make a covenant with you to be taken as your servant forever? 5 Will you play with it as with a bir

Locked out here with the ghosts of those who tied the rope, lit the match, plunged the shovel, clamped shut their mouths, squeezed tight their eyes. The mara ride you so fast you could catch your own reflection. The mara ride until you beg for a horseshoe to hold the flying winds of yourself down. When the mara’s hooves thunk across the lead, it ri