The Pretti Doctrine

The sun is pink, and the sky is green on the day that I am standing knee deep in perfectly still salt water. The tired marble floor of heaven is finally dissolving beneath my feet.

I looked up at the statue, and it looked down at me.

There we stood, unhappy wretches.

From what I remember, it was born growing.

It was born hot, expanding, glowing,

and the people were made of gold 

and of fire.

And it kept growing, it kept burning hot, bright,