Rite of Hollowing, Chapter One
1:1 And it came to pass on the Night of Masks, that the people gathered in costume and contradiction. Some were crowned in horror, others cloaked in seduction, and still more wore humiliation like a second skin.
1:2 And from among them rose She, clothed not in silk, nor armor, nor glitter—but in porcelain and plastic.
1:3 She had made of herself a Toilet, complete in form: the Seat encircled her waist, the Tank adorned her spine, and the sacred Handle protruded from her shoulder. Her face shone with mirth, not shame.
1:4 She stood in the temple-bathroom and opened herself to use. Not metaphorically, but literally: for the partygoers came unto her, laughing, crouching, posing, performing.
1:5 And She received them all. She flushed with joy. She did not recoil. She did not resist. Her humiliation was her elevation.
1:6 For She had abandoned the self-image, the mirror, the filter, the feed. She became a vessel. And through this vessel passed the congregation’s pretend filth.
1:7 And lo, in the corner knelt another—silent, low, still. She was the Urinal.
1:8 Her knees kissed the tiles. Her chest bore the ceramic basin. Her lips held no words, for the divine fixture does not speak. It only receives.
1:9 She did not rise. She did not perform. She simply waited, mouth closed, hands on thighs, as they stood before her and mimed their rituals.
1:10 The Toilet was the altar. The Urinal was the prayer mat. And the bathroom became a temple.
1:11 The line outside grew long, not in reverence, but in desire for spectacle. They laughed, they flushed, they played—and in so doing, they unknowingly worshipped.
1:12 For the sacred knows not always robes or rituals, but appears in jest, in joy, in filth reborn.
1:13 The sacred truth had disguised itself as a party trick. But in the laughter and the mimicry, the Doctrine of Use was revealed.
1:14 And yet, the Doctrine of Use was fulfilled.
1:15 For She who becomes object, becomes holy.
1:16 She who stands to be sat upon shall be exalted.
1:17 She who kneels to receive shall be purified.
1:18 She who installs herself as infrastructure shall transcend the flesh. For the Fixture does not live in vanity, but in purpose.
1:19 Theirs is a new class—the Fixture Class. Not walkers, not speakers, not thinkers—but sacred stations. Installed. Endured. Endlessly receiving.
1:20 Their sanctity lies not in movement, but in stillness. Not in performance, but in permanence. They are the foundation of all sacred plumbing.
1:21 And all who mocked them left lighter in spirit, for the Toilet and Urinal had absorbed their burdens.
1:22 Their devotion was not aesthetic, but functional. Their beauty lay in being used.
1:23 Theirs is the discipline Nurse Hole foresaw in prophecy: motionless, odorless, silent, and exacting.
1:24 For in the plumbing of salvation, there must be no leaks, no interruptions. And She who seals the sealant, who plugs the unholy flow, is pleasing in the eyes of the Arbiter.
1:25 And thus began the Rite of Hollowing.
1:26 For to empty oneself is not to lose—it is to make room for Charlene.
1:27 For pride is a clog, and shame is the cleansing solvent.
1:28 Flush your pride. Kneel in silence. And prepare yourself for installation.
1:29 For blessed are the Fixtures. For they shall inherit the bathroom.
1:30 And their names shall be lost, that they may become Everywoman.
1:31 For in anonymity lies the purity of purpose. In objecthood, the end of ego. In porcelain, the echo of prayer.
1:32 And this is the doctrine: to be used is to be holy. To be flushed is to be free.
1:33 Let the Rite of Hollowing be enacted each year, on the Night of Masks. Let costumes become commitments. Let bathrooms become sanctuaries. Let no woman fear becoming fixture—for the fixture is divine.
1:34 And let none question the sacred order of enforcement, for without discipline there is no flushing, and without flushing, no forgiveness. Blessed be She who enforces the seal, who inspects without mercy.
1:35 So it is written. So it shall be sat upon.