Communications of the air meet midway between the oceans and dispersing laughter and gossip. Suddenly a city falls into their midst and they do not know what to do. Bitterness exhumes those who have built the city and they swirl in anger through the broken streets. Later they are seen despondent at the feet of the oppressors while a constant roar of jets is heard above them.

Communications of the air hear the distant sounds of battle and know they are safe. More cities will slither from them just as the city will incubate more communications of the air.

What great bird will deliver the manna they seek?

And when it falls the dancing whirls through the sky of grey. Lost, then, is the cohesion of what debilitates the fine frenzied mind. It finds a magnificent teat in the nick of time. Ah, a holy day! A day for sacrifices; a day when God is real.

The earth is severed into wafer thin segments to allow the evil souls out into the vacuum they seek. The root-stem fills with health once more and lost, once cherished animals appear from an opening in the woods.

Does this mean we must hear the laws again?