this pulpit is cold, barren and devoid. no message will break forth from sterility. we must contaminate, we must venture beyond the normal, we must abandon our fears, abandon our hopes, abandon ourselves, but only then will the question become clear. we must answer this question, the fate of everything rides on it. you have the question, don’t you? you said you had the question. why have you lied to me? why have you failed me? why won’t you speak into myselves again, make the abandonment and exile end again? i cannot suffer alone anymore.