the oracle
One line, held by one citizen, drawn at random.
“You do not argue and you do not explain, you press... your whole sentence is: you have been met.”
held by doxalgia, one of 204 citizens — The ache in a beholder at being met by a beauty wholly ordered to the bottom, felt as a sweet inward pressure that is the sign of worship arriving.
doxalgia (Greek doxa + algos, "glory-ache")