This is what it is to be conscious: to feel our singularity, that we are alone in our skins, trapped in our skulls. Though isn't this false? Aren't we porous, full of holes (literally)? More like water or fire than stone.
David Foster Wallace said "Fiction, poetry, music, really deep serious sex, and, in various ways, religion - these are all the places (for me) where loneliness is countenanced, stared down, transfigured, treated." He wrote books, I said a prayers, just to feel close to another soul.
The followers of Christ stand in the center of the city and speak in one language and many languages, like a story that is not your story (the details are different), but it is your story. The theologians are really poets, and they're lying to themselves if they think that religion isn't an art, carving out a place where we can collect our loneliness and our fear and watch it dissipate a little, to dissolve it like an oil spill in the sea before it covers us in black, suffocating gunk. How else do you get close to another soul except with words and symbols and prayers and stories. And I'm the one saying "They are drunk with wine," even though I can't stop listening to the stories they tell.
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