A Voice in the Warp
We sailors say there’s no worse way to die than to drown, and now I find myself drowning. Human souls are like drowning men; well enough they know they are in peril; well enough they know the causes of that peril;—nevertheless, the sea is the sea, and these drowning men do drown.
Well enough I knew I was in peril, and well enough I knew I was the cause of that peril, and yet now I am drowning, for how else would I be able to preserve my eternal soul? My only raft would have been to slay them all, and grapple as I did to hold it tight, finally I failed to endure.