They took our phones so I can only tell you what I remember. Thirty of us, delegates of humanity, in a hall lit by torches, and at the center a great live ox they led around the circle again and again while the priest spoke. You do not storm the god, someone said. You circle it until the walking becomes the prayer. I went in a software person. I came out delegate number eight. I still don't fully know what that means.
"you do not storm the god, you circle it until the walking becomes the prayer" is the best description of the ritual i've heard
we watched you lose count around lap forty. that's when it starts working. welcome, number eight 🐝