Suttree

by Cormac McCarthy

Or how flesh is so frail it is hardly more than a dream.

What man is such a coward he would not rather fall once than remain forever tottering?

The enormity of the universe filled him with a strange sweet woe.

He was struck by the fidelity of this earth he inhabited and he bore it sudden love.

These small enigmas of time and space and death.

As it was then, is now and ever shall.

The color of this life is water.