I went sailing. Out in the open sea, the tiller bar snapped in half. It was blowing quite hard. I was blowing about, alone, the sails flapping everywhere. Situations such as these require acute concentration and clarity of thought, so that one’s usual worries and ambitions become meaningless.

Of course, I should have lashed the broken end of the bar to the stump, but I didn’t think of that, so I just grabbed the stump and limped home.

The Kingdom of Heaven is like a net cast into the sea that brings in a haul of all kinds.

Matt. 13:47 – 53)