He feels the print marks of the nails. He wonders where he is. He’s been hoping for something tranquil. The place is full of monsters. Behind is a large shapeless mouth that swallows them up one by one, only to disgorge them. As Jesus approaches, the mouth closes leaving no trace behind. Faces turn to human. He talks to them. It’s the last time they might hear the sermon on the mount. Billions listen. A heckler on the back row yells out, “God is dead,” to a mixed reception. Jesus finishes: “Blessed are they that are persecuted for righteousness’ sake: for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.” He leaves, followed by many.