This is a somewhat forced and working theory for my own interests. Nothing here is divinely felt yet. . . . . but there is a feeling however small. A conviction, a whisper of a revelation rather than a revelation itself. A small whispering from the Faustian ‘Holy Ghost’. There is a destiny of the body, a Form that you must fulfill it seems. In later times when Civilization rusts and atrophies, and we lose touch with our Destiny. . . . . . we lose touch with our Bodies, as sacred as the Soul. ...