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Show Acting Alone Page 1Q1 the right size - not too cramped, yet not too overbearingly grandiose for a hillside Temple and parking terrace that could overlook the city of Colorado Springs like a castle overlooking its feudal estate, sitting pretty right on top of NORAD, right in the path, coincidentally, of NORAD's sensitive satellite sensor transmissions. Some might suggest that the Elder, in the undeniably intense intoxication of his brainstorm, was overestimating the tenacity of the Sisters: that it wouldn't take such an apocalyptic firestorm to dislodge them, but merely the right price, offered in the right tone of voice; that exhumations of saints and would-be saints were fairly routine in the macabre world of the papists, so the soil itself could hold no real sway over them; and that their Motherhouse had apparently been pressuring them in any case to sell off their estate, anyway. Perhaps so. But there were other reasons for hell to be raised. Not-to- be-discussed reasons of an intercontinental nature. Reasons that far transcended the mere real estate acquisition phase of the Elder's Temple project. Reasons that resided in the half-formed far end of this brainstorm, that loomed and reeked of something which, even in his private soul's own contemplations, the Elder found unspeakable. But many things, upon first consideration, are unspeakable; and monsters are only monstrous when they have not been completely imagined in all their hideous detail, fully, naturalistically realized, brought to the light of day. An organization without creativity is one dead in Jesus' eyes. Hear now the words of good Councillor Ezra. Yes, the donation of those rare old books to the doomed nunnery had |
