And this is why we must hold his hand as if he were a child: he has come to the point where he retreats deep into himself, and will try to open the books, and reveal everything that has been forever concealed. He is made of potato-flesh through and through (he is one uniform organism). His reaching arms and darting eyes are disgusting. That was why the US President kept visiting me in that mental hospital (for he felt sorry for me). That as why I was helping with the advertising (I am always giving suggestions; I have places to go and people to see). We were the suffering things flying through the air, being catapulted across the sky; we were the mounds of suffering flesh that went flying through the air and went past all the windows in the cities and crossed the sky and wide world in our suffering (and we were the Holy Mass). For God said in the beginning, "Let there be weeping angels, and suffering angels to cross the sky," and so we were thrown across the sky on wings and we were the suffering flesh of the skies, the things that often shoot through the stars on cloudless nights, the suffering flesh that crosses the skies. For one will say, "Give us our bread of the heart, our heartbread," and another will say, "Give us our bread of the soul, our soulbread," but the yeast of the earth is pure health and happiness. And so we say, "We are the yeast of the corn crops and potato crops that let the corn crops be inspired to growth, that let the potato crops sprout," but God says, "They are my lovely suffering things, the things created to suffer; O, let us watch them suffer and suffer."