Nature chose for a tool, not the earthquake or lightning to rend and split asunder, not the stormy torrent or eroding rain, but the tender snow-flowers noiselessly falling through unnumbered centuries, the offspring of the sun and sea.

We ate ice cubes because it felt like eating. We split a tube of toothpaste between us for dinner.

I want a heart which is split, part by part, because of the pain of separation from God, so that I might explain my longing and complaint to it.