Life immense and free. Yet, demanding to be reduced down to a fragment. And the fragment creates a myth out of panic, a myth of absolute power so that one is either with it or against it. It is at this stage of things that the healthy soul laughs. What? The whole dissolved into thousands of cults? Where then is the potential to be large and differentiated according to the dictates of the single spirit? The unique people turn out to be historical after all. Are there not chains on the necks of all people born into this period of time? The immensity and freedom do not guarantee success or happiness. Far more suffering goes on in the immense and free existence but it is always redeemed by joy. Perhaps that is what the cult and the members try to gun down. They are threatened by the excitement life takes on when everything is thrown over but its freedom and immense pleasures. The structure of morality, even, is discovered through the emptiness of the sky.