there is much to be said about mass manifestations in a time of mortal panic
the small yet steady streams of serfs in socially-distant safs earnestly serving the Sublime with practised platters of prayers in parted palms and pleas pattering through covered lips to pave the best path for the departed; to pad the blow for the broken-hearted.
in tongues sometimes familiar mostimes foreign, i can't help but marvel at our divinely unity in seeking Infinity.