For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one

Here I sit between my brother the mountain and my sister the sea. We three are one in loneliness, and the love that binds us together is deep and strong and strange.

Desire is half of life; indifference is half of death.

For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.

There must be something strangely sacred in salt. It is in our tears and in the sea.

Shall I come to you, a boundless drop to a boundless ocean.