What is powerful?

The posterior of a fêted leader. The whim of the feckless, and bored. Geometric progressions. Rum.

 

A pregnant sea lifts a surfer and floats him across its concave surface. The surfer becomes transfixed by the water sliding underneath him – “how can the water hold me up, if I am constantly moving across it?” Further, he wonders whether the water in the wave, stays with the wave, or whether the wave is a phenomenon independent of the water, and merely forces steadily new waters to rise up and sustain it. The wave promptly dumps the surfer and pounds his corpse into the coral seafloor.

 

The soul of a human at the moment of its birth. And its death. The spirit that offers that soul, and then receives it.