Methinks we have hugely mistaken this matter of Life and Death. Methinks that what they call my shadow here on earth is my true substance. Methinks that in looking at things spiritual, we are too much like oysters observing the sun through the water, and thinking that thick water the thinnest of air. Methinks my body is but the lees of my better being. In fact take my body who will, take it I say, it is not me.
Chapter 3 – The Chapel, Moby Dick by Herman Melville
I really do need to read Moby Dick. What a compelling quote. The artwork conveys a sense of a weary galaxy traveler who has seen much, incongruously flesh and blood though he may be.
He’s also intensely excited by the view, and wonders how he could be so lucky.
I’m willing to speak/read MD to you, but only one paragraph at a time.