It’s possible that the reader, or maybe the ideal reader, is a very disobedient person a head/church/city entity her/himself full of soaring items and the words of all the living and all the dead, who sees and listens to it all and never lets on that there is all this beautiful almost undifferentiation inside, everything equal and almost undemarcated in the light of fundamental justice. And poker-faced puts up with the outer forms.