there was something there that i found that i hadn't held before, but alone on a hard and musty single occupancy bed, in a room much like a prison, we create these types of theologies. we want that religion, the one they built the towering cathedrals for, we want to be a part of something more than a mere fingerprint thrown stray from the hand of the creator, we demand to be creased, and broken, and tested by fire and by division. we do this so that we know what we are missing later when we look behind us, we do this so that the pain of life can escape the miring in our souls.

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