When I listened to the arrangements I thought about God moving over the face of the waters, when the earth was new, before there was land and before anything was alive. The spirit of God, full of prescience and omniscience, seeing the emptiness and expanse of the new world, aware of all that's there and all that's to follow. The life that will come, and the death that will end with each life. The trillions of creatures who will come out of this ocean, all wanting to live as long and as well as possible, each resisting death until the end. All of the life and death and longing and heartbreak and hope [...] I listened to the music, put my head on the plywood table, and cried' (p.257).
Moby - Porcelain
