One might almost say that water is mad, because of its hysterical need to obey gravity alone, a need that possesses it like an obsession.
Water collapses all the time, constantly sacrifices all form, tends only to humble itself, flattens itself on ground, like a corpse, like the monks of certain order.
Always lower-that could be its motto; the opposite of excelsior.
(Francis Ponge, translated by Archer Brombert)
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