The technique of the artful crash: To float along, eyeing the blue depth just below the surface until the goal is within sight. And then, to roll over, head braced - wings folded back, body streamlined and smash into the blue resistance. Perchance the aim was true and the impact undeviating and a meal is gained, if only a couple of morsels for the work.
There has got to be a better way to get a meal!
There are times in my journey of faith when I feel like this: A few morsels gained amid the spectacular crash. I wonder at the courage it takes to keep crashing about for the sustenance of faith. Yet, on occasion, a really satisfying meal keeps me coming back for more. 
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