Finally he said that if men drink the blood of God yet they do not understand the seriousness of what they do. He said that men wish to be serious but they do not understand how to be so. Between their acts and their ceremonies lies the world and in this world the storms blow and the trees twist in the wind and all the animals that God has made go to and fro yet this world men do not see. They see the acts of their own hands or they see that which they name and call out to one another but the world between is invisible to them

They spoke less and less between them until at last they were silent altogether as is often the way with travelers approaching the end of a journey.

Fear of an enemy can often blind men to other hazards, not least the shape which they themselves make in the world.

What would you do if I died? If you died I would want to die too. So you could be with me? Yes. So I could be with you. Okay.

You go back home and everything you wished was different is still the same and everything you wished was the same is different.

Every day is a lie. But you are dying. That is not a lie.

What he could bear in the waking world he could not by night and he sat awake for fear the dream would return.