This is a piece about the ways in which we tie ourselves up in order to feel as though we can be saved, the form of what humanity creates in the face of the mundane action of daily life - praying to the all-seeing god of our constructed assembled selves. In a vast and ever-expanding regime of knowledge, in a terrifying and unstable moment where everyone we love is in danger and we are both powerful and powerless; we create and re-create our ritual selves as new monsters, new gods. Like Kepler shackled the heavenly bodies to the earth by naming their movements gravity, we too make the holy plain and the mundane magical in the simple day-to-day story of our living. We are always new and it is always the end of the world, but there is still silence at the center of the onion.