PART III – THE REVISIONARIES

A saint does not dissolve the chaos;

if he did the world would have changed long ago.

I do not think that a saint dissolves the chaos even for himself,

for there is something arrogant and warlike in the notion

of a man setting the universe in order.

It is a kind of balance that is his glory.

He rides the drifts like an escaped ski.

His course is a caress of the hill.

His track is a drawing of the snow in a moment

of its particular arrangement with wind and rock.

Something in him so loves the world that he gives

himself to the laws of gravity and chance.

⁓LEONARD COHEN, Beautiful Losers