In this perfect afternoon–grey and calm–listening to Leonard Cohen.
                    And Jesus was a sailor
                    When he walked upon the water
                    and he spent a long time watching
                    from his lonely wooden tower
                    and when he knew for certain
                    only drowning men could see him
                    he said All men will be sailors then
                    until the sea shall free them.
                    but he himself was broken
                    long before the sky would open
                    forsaken, almost human
                    he sank beneath your wisdom like a stone
Beautiful losers…How life came to be like this?