God: I own you like I own the caves. The Ocean: Not a chance. No comparison. God: I made you. I could tame you. The Ocean: At one time, maybe. But not now. God: I will come to you, freeze you, break you. The Ocean: I will spread myself like wings. I am a billion tiny feathers. You have no idea what’s happened to me. — Dave Eggers, The Only Meaning of the Oil-Wet Water