SERMON AT THE CHURCH OF EVANGELION, NINTENDO HEADQUARTERS, KYOTO, JAPAN
Mike Houlding
―Testing. Testing. Testing one, two three. Testing. Can you hear me?
―I can hear you.
―Can you hear me loud and clear?
―I can hear you, both loudly and clearly.
―Can you feel the sub-25 Hz bass response deep inside your chest?
―I can feel it and I've repented as such.
―Can you sense the harmonic overtone sequence as it ascends to the ninth position?
―I've registered up 'til the thirteenth, past which my vision blurs and I start to enter a state of panic. Borderline hysteria.
―If you would take the microphone, my brother.
―Amen!
―If you would take this microphone unto your brotherly-self...
―Oh lord!
―If you would take this microphone and that microphone, if you would...
―Hallelujah!
―...With all the might that that microphone does imbue...
―Speak on it!
―Tell me: what do you fear?
―Nothing!
―Did I hear you say that you fear "nothing"?!
―I fear nothing!
―As in: not at all?
―Nothing!
―How can this be?
―I fear nothing because there is nothing left to fear.
―You've heard wrong.
―Have I?
―You have.
―Then tell me, father-brother-speaker-figure, what is there that is left to fear?
―Being unafraid.
―What is there to fear of being unafraid?
―Where will all the fears go if you are no longer afraid of them?
―They'd return whence they belong.
―What if whence they belonged was where you might fear them most?
―I am unafraid of them.
―How do you know? You no longer see them, the two of you have grown distant, separate, apart. Your fears have turned over a new leaf, developed a nuclear weapons program with little to no parental supervision. They want to talk but you draw a hard line, no talks—you're unafraid.
―Do I get another turn to construct civilian shelters?
―Roll for it.
―6.
―22. They bomb fuck out of you.
―I'mma hit the reset button.
―You shoulda just made some friends is what you shoulda done.
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