Didn't I tell you once that god and dog are only a revolution apart? In spite of all the splendour and pomp and exhortations to be more god; of holy wars and heresies; of miracles and martyrdoms; everything turns, and turns, and turns. Order; Chaos; darkness; light. Rinse and repeat. Reboot and replay.

So, once more with feeling: Let —
there —
be —