The male’s arrival was due today. A rainy November day, he wondered all the way here when is he going to be able to see the sky, feel the wind and rain again.
Traveling was rather pleasant, he spent it reading the Bible. That's all he brought with himself along with a wooden cross – contrary to popular belief, neither of them was to praise the Lord’s name but to praise something better, something bitter, something much more. . Meaningful. Something beyond a normal person’s imagination but not beyond his. A greater good and Oswald was its own herald.
At the therapy he was diagnosed with hallucinogen persisting perception disorder, narcissistic personality disorder and paranoid personality disorder after being sent to sessions due to his visions about himself, taking the greater good manifestation’s hand as it guides him toward the light, to salvation.
Oswald knows the greater good is real, he is certain of it – thus dedicating his life to praising it, sharing its tenets, described by Flynn himself.
Around two in the afternoon, blue eyes pierced the huge gate standing in front of him. Behind it, an even bigger building.
The preacher stood tall, clutching the Bible to his chest, grasping the wooden cross. He wasn't nervous. These people need the greater good and he's going to show them the direction.