I swam in the ocean and let the krill nibble at my flesh. It felt real good and natural. Two little boys watched me to see if my top would fall off, false fascination of purity. I’ve got a fascination with the greenish-blue salt water cloud urine that may had been in some September morning in some whale’s bowels when we were just carving our lead pencils into paper to test the wrinkles in our brain.
What if it all started with a whale? God could be a whale, hibernating for all eternity, and heaven could be the lost city of Atlantis, and all we’ve got to do to find it is to dive.