This office according to vigils in the church of the catacombs the priest in red robes leaning his luminous magnifying glass on the sacred texts.
Clarity of oral expression the counting of the ritual the essentiality of the gesture tasted like a sharp blade sharp sword of justice separating the true from the false in the slow ascent of the ancient myth exalted by ritual.
At the heart of the matter the catechumens against the bare walls of the choir lined up to chant standing then sitting the mysteries of the cult which happened there like on the sly entre watch and praise the Eucharist at its rising marking the transfiguration of the divine without feigned emotion like the obligatory presence flesh work and mystery bound in their incompleteness.
