Binge watched a five-parter. The light in the room and the theme getting darker. He fell asleep half-way through it. In a cloud of sleep, he thought about it.
It talked a lot of fellowship. The took their book and removed half of it. The trinity was too much of a crowd so they pared it down to one man, one cloud.
A symbol for them to unite behind. Passages that they could recite. A way to go on a mission without being questioned what they are doing.
A way to meet and talk and speak without too many eyes wanting to peek. A way to travel here and there…
…a way to travel anywhere.