1.

Public art is an important resource to humanity living in downtown Phoenix! Or so I’ve been told by the urbanists. Her Secret Is Patience is nice, I guess.

2.

Her Secret is Patience has always reminded me to just hang in there and shine bright while I walk to the Light Rail!

3.

Her Secret is Patience guided me home when I was lost in the concrete jungle of downtown Phoenix. Safe and sound, I apologized to Her as I looked out the window for ever calling Her the “used condom.”

4.

I’m at Phoenix Lights, about to get PLURNT to Zeds Dead, when I drop my molly. I fall to the ground, combing through Civic Space’s damp grass. Then, the crowd parts just slightly, and a glimmer of indigo lights bounces off my bag. Her Secret Is Patience has guided me home.

5.

I don’t remember anything else from that night except for Her Secret Is Patience’s tendrilly embrace. Her net, it’s so soft. Her light, so gentle. I know Zeds Dead is performing, and that Hardwell follows, but I hear none of their beats, not even the drops. Her Secret is Patience sings to me that night. Her Secret is Patience, it turned out, sounds like Phillip Phillips. It wasn’t just the molly talking. Her Secret is Patience is a goddess — MY goddess.

6.

Her Secret Is Patience, almighty, marks holy ground. People respect each other upon the green grass under her cool indigo light. I’ve seen such acts under kindness under her swirled watch, even from the EDM festival f***bois. Humanity is restored.

7.

Her Secret Is Patience, blessed be her net, long may she reign and inspire nicknames, cool-toned light of Heaven, is my goddess and savior. She shines light on the dark parts of humanity. May she always watch over me and humanity, even those not yet saved. Amen.