may it be blissful, free and easy.
and then there’s this:
god: I own you like I own the caves.
the ocean: Not a chance. No comparison.
god: I made you. I could tame you.
the ocean: At one time, maybe. But not now.
god: I will come to you, freeze you, break you.
the ocean: I will spread myself like wings. I am a billion tiny feathers. You have no idea what’s happened to me.
– dave eggers