But tension is to be loved
When it is like a passing note
To a beautiful, beautiful chord
Do I murder us, putting pavement in my veins
Shooting it in, special heroin
For the seeking and displaced?
Sixpence None The Richer, Tension Is a Passing Note, from Divine Discontent
Could we with ink the ocean fill,
And were the skies of parchment made,
Were every stalk on earth a quill,
And every man a scribe by trade,
To write the love of God above,
Would drain the ocean dry.
Nor could the scroll contain the whole,
Though stretched from sky to sky.
Frederick Lehman, The Love of God
Were the sky of parchment made,
A quill each reed, each twig and blade,
Could we with ink the oceans fill,
Were every man a scribe of skill,
The marvelous story, Of GodÂ’s great glory
Would still remain untold; For He, most high
The earth and sky Created alone of old.
Rabbi Meir ben Isaac Nehorai, Hadamut
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