The Bible brings down transmissions from the cross that floats in the red summer sky.

Everything in time is arranged around the epicenter wherein the nail drove into Christ's palm. Lines of possibilities radiate outward from it.

Kingdoms rise and fall, men grow and die like flowers in a field.

τὸ θηρίον ὃ εἶδες ἦν καὶ οὐκ ἔστιν, καὶ μέλλει ἀναβαίνειν