perishability is the absolute I rejoice carefully the understanding of finitude lasts forever love is all that holds me is the desire for oblivion I am drowning in the little things on which I rely I am drowning in the little things otherwise everything that is and that can be swallowed will swallow me like a whale hundreds of fish one of which I am alone small fish swimmingfor everyone in an insane faith to escape this maw-abyss the size of the world and the size of a hole in the soul in each of us in this everyday struggle for life so loving the little that God sends us but what kind of soul have you put into all this