Doctrine
 
	These people have got to get it in their heads that God is real. That's my job, that's why I'm here. I get paid fifteen dollars an hour to stand here and shout at the top of my lungs at nobody in particular. I am a defining feature of Pittsburgh, an art installation with a soul and a desire to get to heaven, and I know of no better way there. 
	They give me a few lines of scripture in the morning which I must fit into each hour-long interval of shouting. I am told to pick a street corner at random before I am sent out. Sometimes they give me a box to stand on, or a suit, or a bible with gold trim. They dress me up different every day to distract from my face, which they cannot change. 

	When I was hired, they explained this to me: If all these smart-ass college students see the same guy preaching bullshit in the same spot everyday, they'll just think he's an idiot. They are very good at rationalizing their own superiority, these students. If they see a whole bunch of guys, in a whole bunch of different places, they're gonna think the whole town is crazy. When an entire town is crazy, it can be nothing but God's hand at work, fingering the masses. They waggled their fingers at me while I sat there chewing on their wisdom. 

	One time I thought I was smart, so I said, "Well how come you don't hire more people, if you want 'em to see a bunch o' guys out on the street?" 
	They just stood there in their long hooded robes and looked at me and I knew I'd messed up. They stared for a good minute until one of them said, plainly, "You are ignorant of God's ways." 
	So I was.

	As I stand on street corners and public greens the wind ripples through my clothes and my hair and I feel the voice of God come through and use me as a vessel. I speak truth and righteousness and all those who do not listen are fools.

	I am an icon of steadfastness in troubled and changing times. Children, their hearts pure, turn their heads to watch me and they are just so quickly turned away by heathen parents. The corruption at work only heightens my fervor. The many contemporary issues facing society are dwarfed by the shining light of God, which I make perfectly clear. I also ensure that through God, all problems are not minimized but erased. There is beauty in the simplicity of this.
	
	Something strange happens. While I speak, in the distance I spot one of those who hired me, wearing normal clothes and going about his business, same as the nondescript others that make up the city. I recognized his face. He does not look at me. It is like I am not even here.
	So I start to wonder. Why would a man disguise himself in dark robes in a dimly lit office building to give a job interview, when he walks in broad daylight showing his full face, looking comfortable with a shining watch and tailored suit? Are the others similarly deceptive? Has the madness of the town gone so far that he no longer believes the truth which I spout? At no point do I question the words I am paid to say.