This post by Fr Jim Tucker reminds me of the following poem...
On Being Idolized (Robert Frost)
The wave sucks back and with the last of water
It wraps a wisp of seaweed round my legs,
And with the swift rush of its sandy dregs
So undermines my barefoot stand I totter,
And did I not take steps would be tipped over
Like the ideal of some mistaken lover.
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