Any man that doesn’t have those loner vibes just doesn’t come off as having any substance.
Men traverse parching deserts for one gem;
For one great pearl, the ocean they explore;
Then die, and all that lingers after them
Are footprints on the sand and ripples on the water.
‘ – For you gentlemen, red or white wine?
– Doesn’t matter, it’s for a blind man.
That is the only god I could imagine believing in, a god whose passion is not a redemption, who saves nothing, fulfills no purpose–a god who simply is.