You’ve fallen down the hole. Don’t get caught up in the humming lull. Dogma is persistent and terribly cunning, and it’s found in all that humming.
Noise, noise noise, it’s all it makes another world it seeks to create. One full of sickness, disease, and death all it’s yammering carries quite the heft.
It’s time for new stories. It’s time they are told. Come on, hand it flowers, let’s fall down that hole.