But what of my God, pulled from a body and covered in warm and wet, telling stories I can’t understand. Instead of an empty vessel it is the filling itself, oozing, contracting. It is more of a God, more collective, gross, dark. It makes sense to look inside of the body to find God. Here there are our closest Others, the unconscious, the bacterial, the parasitic, the viral, the once alive, the still alive: our co-habitants. Many idols are flat or empty after all- many hollow envelopes with orifices (the potential access to interiority).