No one will read what I write here, no one will come to help me… My ship is rudderless, it’s driven by the wind blowing into the nethermost regions of death.
No one will read what I write here, no one will come to help me… My ship is rudderless, it’s driven by the wind blowing into the nethermost regions of death.
Sitting calmly on a ship in fair weather is not a metaphor for having faith; but when the ship has sprung a leak, then enthusiastically to keep the ship afloat by pumping and not to seek the harbor–that is the metaphor for having faith.