What I really hoped for, no doubt, was to come upon one of those lives which begin nowhere, which lead us through marshes and salt flats, trickling away, seemingly without plan, purpose or goal, and suddenly emerge, gushing like geysers, and never cease gushing, even in death.
Henry Miller (2007). “Nexus: The Rosy Crucifixion III”, p.129, Grove/Atlantic, Inc.
