Me, John the Baptist and John of Patmos tagged behind the congregation traveling towards the mountain. In the marsh there came two paths up the mountain. At the top of one stood the distant figure of Einstein, with his arms open as if on a cross, at top the other Dr. Frankenstein mourning creation.
Everyone in the congregation paused. The wind pierced the woman, and an approaching cold air frightened the men and children – and so they turned around, and traveled back to the swamp of tears and the comfort of lies, to sink with screams and tearing of their own skin.