All I would need is to hang like a fish on the shining hook of that moment, yanked about whichever way the Fishmonger wished stripped of my armory scales robbed of my heart, my lungs stretched over the burning flames and roasted into a pale memory -- a moment's taste upon His lips. Thus am I reunited: I have found the way to mingle flesh. It requires only the mystery of that moment... Yet how quickly they would lead me away; how quickly they would counsel me never to look again. I suppose it makes a bad worker who has such a view of the sky in front of him into which the wings of his soul long to escape their frustrated peace.