a second story fear of Empire and its second-hand crush had thaem up all night huddled in a room trying to constitute community draft after draft no consensus inch by inch gaining/losing ground in the holy war of visionary wills assuming the true disciple’s right of leadership in the absence of the captain. scenes like these are the tired liturgies of every back-to-business boardroom post-crisis du jour. but suddenly all healing breaks loose and blows away the embattled postures. there’s no more sitting down no more heels digging in but now only dancing do-si-do swinging partners being swung one big single body calling steps and stepping them at the very same time that every mind flashes with the very same truth: SPIRIT! This is it! the missing link the awaited glue the sewing sinew making all legs leap together as never before the Lord sent in the blowsy choreographer. Of course, all that talk in tongues was also good fun and free and full of the most uncommon communal wisdoms. Everyone said the same thing: FANTASTIC MEETING! Every smile agreed: this was the seed to some serious growth sowed in wild hilarity. What a kick-off knock-out Pentecostal Party! And listen, if you sit real quiet you’ll still feel (even to this day) the twitching in your legs.