Life is a spectrum, full of mushy inbetweens only alive enough to know pain. Not everything which is dead was once alive, but all that lives, however minutely, does perish. Ha! Haha! The Story teaches us even full life is but half life, and half life is but a web of memories disappearing. Squint and you can see it, but how easily it is brushed to threads. So the Story sayeth: ooooooOOooooohhhhh.InvocationPsalm: “The Agony Table”Liturgical Reading: “Ghosts Are Hazy Life”Concluding PrayerTruths abound, Stories enflamed, we love the Story, we speak Its name. See your fresh greases next week squish squish.