That's God's piano. Land is a ship too big for me. It’s a woman too beautiful. It’s a voyage too long, perfume too strong. It’s music I don’t know how to make.
Life is immense. The land is too big a ship. Nevertheless you can only hear the sea from the land. And the music of the land is surely God's music, but definitely not God's Solo. There's still so many strings one may touch. We were not born on a ship and won't end here anyway.