Offshore, a fisherman is tapping on lake ice

And calling to his son.

…

The fisherman, lifting his nets, whispers

A question to each pickerel, each pike.

W. D. Valgardson, A Drowning

There is a saying of the wise man: When all things lay in the midst of silence then leapt there down into me from on high, from the royal throne, a secret word.

…

But, Sir, where is the silence and where the place in which the word is spoken?

Meister Eckhart, On Detachment

Gazarra opened the book.The first page swam with crooked, twisted, backwards-leaning letters.

‘Darkness was on the face of the deep,’ he began.

I know, she told him. I’ve been there.

David Homel, Get On Top