last winter haiku
god left us alone
bodies sharp as icicles
adrift on a floe
“Knowledge is impossible. We are precisely nowhere, sinking on an entirely imaginary ice floe, into entirely imaginary seas themselves adrift. Then we reel out love’s long line alone toward a God less lovable than a grasshead, who treats us less well than we treat our lawns.”
— Annie Dillard / Holy the Firm
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