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It is a practice of incantation, a performance, a gesture whose very repetion binds us. It binds us to the other within ourselves, to “transcendence,” to a stranger, or just to our neighbour. Praying generates a shared ground. It is not just me. It’s another something I can talk to. In a group or alone in bed. A gesture performing something which is not: pray contests the solitude of the network by rendering an absent present – all of the sudden there is an outside again. Become immersed in the oceanic feeling of our new-age-obsessions, gaze at the door to a restless cult without mercy or Sunday. Light a candle to dive into the security of faith.