Dissatisfied with where they are, people start moving in search for something better. Flowing and joining together, they form streams, then a large river in search of a shining sea.

Golden voices from heaven tell of how this sea they flow toward is a perfect sea, pure in every way, so that even when the impure enter it, they are washed clean by waters that are not sullied by the impurities coming into them.

Someone rather tentatively expresses some mild reservations about one of the aspects of this story, and soon enough a screeching chorus swoops down from the exalted sky of ideological purity. "HERESY!", goes the scream. The scream becomes an explosion, tearing the heretical traitors to pieces. But the popular movement is itself torn and then scattered, and all that's left is for those who are left to look to the sky for deliverance- and with fear.