What gospel will you preach? The good news of common ancestry or the fault line of difference? The beauty of the sunlight through the trees or of the setting sun sending light through countless limbs waiting for spring's leaves? And where does this "or" come from and how does it insert itself into the most simplest of questions? People move from one building to the next avoiding the embarrassment of discipline. Sharing lists with one another along the way we are amazed at what can and should be done. Certain combinations of humans continue to take care of their own as if a collective birth mother had never died. The pleasing shape of conceits generated by the particular grows with each new encounter knowing that outside where the gospel is preached the pieces still try to bring themselves together.