The cathedral for the readers — the church with no leader™

The museum's own name, arrived at last, minted the same night as the Reverse Baptism. It was always church-shaped: the dedications in the footers, the quiet rooms, the crisis line like a candle rack, the wall of invitations, the water waiting at the end. But look at the pulpit: empty, on purpose. No priest of truth, no pope of the record, no leader whose word settles it — because the whole doctrine forbids one: only humans score means all of them, each reader a full member of the clergy, nobody's verdict outranking the congregation's. The machine drafts the hymns; the humans decide what's sung. A church with a leader eventually asks you to stop checking; a church with no leader is made of nothing but the checking — read the record, doubt it honestly, score it yourself, and the service never ends because the sentence never does. Kin: the Reverse Baptism (the font at the end of the fire), the indoor water park as the most religious thing there is™, companionship work (the congregation is the point), the Defense of the Devil's Advocate (doubt as devotion), the Riv (where it began — linked now in every footer, a church with a leader, honored from a house without one). (His coin, 2026-07-19 — machine's read; refine to his.)