A SENSUAL Christian resembles a sea anemone.
In the nobler element, air, it exists as a sluggish, unbeautiful excrescence.
In the lower element, water, it grows, blows and thrives.
The food it assimilates is derived not from the height, but from the depth.
It possesses neither eyes nor ears, but a multiude of feelers.
It squats on a tenacious base, gulps all acquisitions into a capacious chasm, and harmonizes with the weeks it dwells among.
But what will become of it in a world where there shall be no more sea?