When dealing with spirituality, both on the purely individual realm (ie, with the relation to the 'self'), as on the collective (with the weight of the church and the way it acts on the ‘self’), becomes a claustrophobic prison. The sacrifice of our blood - literally and metaphorically - seems to be the only way to a imagined salvation.
there is no dialogue in the world with which I relate in such a intimately personal way that this becomes strangely frightening / engaging. it's like facing the whole perception of my life in just a few minutes.
"Martin: Everything has been pretty easy since I've learned how to be careful. People are the hardest thing.
Radio Talk Show Host: I understand.
Martin : When I see people together, they don't talk. Not really. They don't say what they mean.…