Seek and seek and seek and therein shall ye find, in so gradual an illation, your death, your life, your rebirth, your eternal voice with which you shall everafter speak to all future generations of angels and of men, strolling the perimeters of limbo, in neither heaven nor hell, neither being nor non-being nor becoming. For you are now flesh become words.
A coffin, a rosetta stone, far flung into deep space, a memorial in search of some new beacon of conscious awareness, remote from a dying star, where once again there might be remembrance.
God remembered Noah! A thought or a memory in the mind of God is surely more palpable, more real than any existence or being!
- Job
... I was then, but slowly, drawn towards the closing vortex. When I reached it, it had subsided to a creamy pool. Round and round, then, and ever contracting towards the button-like black bubble at the axis of that slowly wheeling circle, like another Ixion I did revolve. Till, gaining that vital centre, the black bubble upward burst; and now, liberated by reason of its cunning spring, and, owing to its great buoyancy, rising with great force, the coffin life-buoy shot lengthwise from the sea, fell over, and floated by my side. Bouyed up by that coffin, for almost one whole day and night, I floated on a soft and dirgelike main. The unharming sharks, they glided by as if with padlocks on their mouths; the savage sea-hawks sailed with sheathed beaks. On the second day, a sail drew ner, nearer, and picked me up at last. It was the devious-cruising Rachel, that in her retracing search after her missing children, only found another orphan.
Epilogue of "Moby Dick"
- Herman Melville