If all we can do is create the Leviathan, the story of humankind ends in nothing. No God. No saviour. We will have denied ourselves and the universe a God of grace and love; and soon enough the universe will have denied us existence.
Communication can only happen if there’s a compulsion to reach out. The compulsion might come from many places: desire to instruct, honest fellowship, narcissistic extroversion, common empathy, etc. Whatever the motive force, the compulsion to reach out is an experience (for the writer) that’s felt, personally, and potentially accessible, persistently. It’s probably one of the fundamentals of the human social condition: at its root, the desire to touch and be touched by the world; to be of consequence, to make a difference. No motive forces are compelling me. No desire to reach out, no desire to touch and be touched by the world. Consequence? Make a difference? Isn’t that all vain materialism?