though the 500 eyeballs follow the spotlight cutting through the gathered ensemble to light onto my perfectly contorted face at centerstage in the DL Parsons Theatre is not enough for me. though the entire congregation listens to the Lord of the universe speak through my voice then appraises my wisdom and asserts that I should be Preaching is not enough for me. though He sits on His throne, indentures the protons in place by nature of His presence, interprets my every confession, inhabits the space between my gaze and the mirror; God is not enough for me. as such, professor, I must raise my hand again so you all look at me a little longer. ANSWERING A QUESTION IN CLASS EVAN ELLIS
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