It’s been a long time since we talked, Lord, I know. I think of You often. Wondering what You think of what I’m doing. Though You so often remind me that You are waiting for me. That I can come anytime, You are always waiting with open arms. For me, of course, only depravity comes to mind. But it is so hard to tear myself away from this world and arrive to You. You are so much more powerful than I, Lord. And I am but a tiny speck of dust before Your majesty. I am weak, Lord, and sinful. Yet...

Every day, the Man runs around like he’s chasing his own head. Presumably, he never leaves it behind. His life is constantly in fragments, yet somehow he still has to maintain his personal quirks. And of course, there’s the Boss, whom he should be impressing. Not to mention himself. He falls apart and fixes himself back together dozens of times a day. But at the moment of complete breakdown, does he find that everything is actually fine? He has a passion for numbers. During breakfast, he...