How the prophets clamor in the digital agorá, banging a gonged call for the Death Theory of the Bride at the hands of Millennial, X and Boomer. Watch them typing away such tedium.
Shut up, you rankerous halfings of Sociology,
Be quiet, you dollar-minded beauty desolators!
Silence, you consultants committee-bent!
Sit outside the door until you learn the kneeler’s indistinct vibrations while beyond the diaphanous ceiling, the sky aflame. MYSTERIUM TREMENDUM will be placed in hand by a bored priest echoing prayers. History is now an empty Church. Do not do church–do not do, do not do! Be.