The only thing to be done now, now that the waves of our undoing have begun to strike on us, is to contain ourselves. To keep still, and let the wreckage of ourselves go, let everything go, as the wave smashes us, yet keep still, and hold the tiny grain of something that no wave can wash away, not even the most massive wave of destiny. Among all the smashed debris of myself keep quiet, and wait. For the word is Resurrection. And even the sea of seas will have to give up its dead.
Wonderful piece!!