For the past five days, the figure has stood motionless, hidden from view, in the alley directly across from where he now sits, moving only to eat what he could out of the garbage and drink very little of the milky-brown liquid settled at the bottom of the dumpster. As a member of the Church, he was used to working with very little; austerity held no special anxiety or horror for him; he thought of absence simply as a means; the Dogma wasn't an instrument to measure one's life with, because he never thought of the Inunction of Motionless as an article of faith.