I’m mostly taking away a lot of (albeit more organized) rage at how unhealthy, secretive, & anxious the church where I spent my adolescence really was as an emotional system.
“Simple locusts can be meditative, quiet things, yet when locusts gather together, they become excited, change colors, undergo endocrine revisions, and intensify their activity. When a sufficient number of them are packed tightly in a group, they vibrate, hum, and take off like a jet airliner. Many congregations, caught in anxiety, are not much different from the locusts.”