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Father Joseph Kümmel addressed the congregation with a calm, bass-laden voice that exuded a composed authority. He watched as the assembled parishioners took in his every word, each one of them looking at him as he spoke. He’d always loved hearing his voice reverberating around these walls, listening to the echoes of his deep timbre as it ricocheted off the cold stone, knowing it would also be reverberating through the skulls of the assembled parishioners.
It was all part of it. It was all psychology and body language. When it came to it, for all humanity’s Nobel prizes and achievements, we were still just animals. And simple animals, at that. The truth was that we never actually evolved into the beings we are now. Not in the strict sense of the word. We just added more layers. We lea
