"A hurried conversation ensued, two men huddled outside of a rundown metaphysical chapel on a cold, windy night. There weren't many people about, only a few stragglers here and there in the distance, going back and forth, obeying the wind. A conversation began... ' There's something in the water. The belief without knowing is too strong. The obedience without thought is too rigid. What have we to do, Bryant?' 'There is naught else, Chester. We must abide. The soma of the mass