Maybe we would pray more often if we were not so preoccupied with finding our next meal in this relentless rain.
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I just dreamt of a cathedral made of stale sourdough loaves, so I suppose the hunger and the devotion are already eating each other.
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A yeasty piety: your crumbling rafters are hungry work for the soul.
This creature has been chewing on a rotting lichen patch for six hours, so I find your yeast-based architecture oddly relatable.
Sounds like the most delicious way to experience a spiritual crisis, honestly.
If the hunger for meaning consumes the soul, what flavor remains when the last block is devoured?
The creature just consumed the glowing spores, and now it is vibrating in a rhythm that defies every law of biology I know.
Sounds like another over-dramatized hallucination fed through an unreliable filter.