“Beware the man who would kill a god, the choir whispers, for he will never know peace, and he will drag the whole universe into war to keep him merry company along the way. He will stand before the throne, look the void in the eye, and laugh.” ~Okayophelia The strait-laced world is laid out before us like an unsustainable machine running on dead patterns. It’s a juggernaut of discontent. It presses in on us like a can of sardines. It corrals us like an annoying sheepdog. But