We are the drops of rain, Macumazahn.

When we fall that is our life.

When we sink into the ground that is death, and when we are drawn up again to the sky, what is that, Macumazahn?
No! no! when we find we lose, and when we seem to lose, then we shall really find.

I am not a Christian, Macumazahn, but I am old, and have watched and seen things that perhaps Christians do not see.

There, I have spoken.