20. meanwhile somewhere

They were freaking out because of an ad. So it went:
"Status symbol, buy it". (With a little pointing arrow.)
Bitching would come in like torrents, from every division. Obviously it was one of the damned Jack Jesus interventions. And oh, when would it end. Not that they interferred on Torrid's own ads: no, Jack Jesus was much more sophisticated than this. His interventions came up as advertising by a different corporation, but with a concept and visual identity as unique and powerful as Torrid's. Said corporation was never identified - nor Torrid, that leaded this "humbleness" fad, or "to remain anonimous in its uniqueness" fad.
Anyway: people paid attention to that infamous ad. And by doing that, they wouldn't see Torrid's. Even because those, subliminally, deconstructed Torrid's ads. God!

27. “A truth that wasn't build by words can’t be tore down by words.”

Landau's report to his hierarchic superiors:

I watched his institutional. Very bad news. First, the synapsis are beyond anything I have ever seen. Jack Jesus' heaven is convincent. It’s no surprise he's gathering so many followers. Second, he does not fear us. Does not fear, does not hate. He sees society as a whole and doesn’t like what he sees. He didn’t come to redeem us, but to dissolve.
Gentlemen, we have a man of vision.
- ...with a vision – he timely self-corrected.

29. sermon on the mount

Now. Force your convictions to change now. Push out your ego like a zit.
You didn’t do it, right? Very good, that’s precisely it. But be watchful so you can do that someday, on the fly, just as you're called. Go and serve away like the most dedicated servant, do not refuse joining in. When they need you the most, refuse yourself. Don’t act like the true friend that you are not. In the final hour, be ungrateful. Be lazy. Be avaricious. Turn your back. Give them the short end of the stick. Refuse money. Carry a cianurete capsule between your teeth. Doom yourself. Destroy yourself. Don’t take a deep interest for your "own" interests, they do not belong to you anymore, they ain't useful anymore, surviving in itself is not useful. Hell, not even you belong to you anymore. Take a deep interest for the next step. Take an interest for the ends. Life is not now – so buy on credit.

46. Liquidator

I came to make you write a lot, a lot, and not necessarily about myself. At the begginning what was it? The Word. I made you speak how? In tongues. And I told you all to spread what? The Godspell. Monks copied for me. At the light of the press, don't you forget, the book was about me. Some centuries later, someone comes, gets it all digital, and everyone starts writing for the enemy. That's just great. Everything gets spreaded, nothing concentrates; and, the worse, no one writes worthy stuff.
But fear not; I'm back so I can liquidate this. By the way, call me Liquidator. Drink the glass of water and shun away this heavy burden. Come with me. I have something greater. Drink the glass of water.