He finds solitude, peace, and safety in a place where the Son, the
Father, and the Holy Spirit live. Where it holds many capitals. Where a story
is a Story. In this place, he experienced obedience by way of kneeling; his
hands reconcile themselves by touching each other in an act which an outsider
would think as very bizarre like. He learns to talk without opening his mouth.
This is the only place where he let his defenses down, and let himself say
"peace be with you" to people he merely know. Something on him
cracked, it's a smile coming from his lips. "I've finally found a place
where I could take out my piss and shit whenever I want to" he thinks. So
on he goes shitting and pissing out whenever he wants to. Until one day, after
getting so used to the routine, he allows himself to be confused and works his
mind to wonder: "I could only shit so much shit, and piss so much one at a
time, I could barely fill the demands of this place. And I don't even know who
I'm bursting my shit and piss to? This a grand place. A palace. A fixed palace.
I'm not even sure where my shit and piss go. Everything in this place is gold,
bright yellow, scarlet blue, blinding white, melancholy violet, bruised red,
and darkness combined. Everything I see is staring back at me deadpan. Only me
and the candles, I mean Candles, we are two in this place living and shitting
and pissing. This is where peace and confusion meet and gather and laugh and
sing and smile and merry and be... faithful"
