The mission of an enlightened or believing human in this world is to be like a lone island in a bog. Minute by minute, hour by hour, just to exist. For those who may suddenly need that evidence at some point. Evidence that there is an island. That there is the possibility of an island. On a tiny island in the Baltic Sea, old priest walks twice a day to the church to do his sermon. It is his duty before God and before whole mankind, even if nobody is listening.. It is a poetic story about prayers in an empty cold church, about angels listening to him and about the possibility of a soul island on a tiny geographical one.