"Shade your eyes – stay shadowed. You're weary, I know. I'll grace you with light.
“Now, dear ones, make gravel. Run harder. Crush rocks. Throw steam up, and smoke.
“Yes, I know the work it takes to get on is growing. I was not meaning for this. I wanted fire to break out in your hearts – and overflowing.
“Yes, yes, yes – I know that you think I could stop it, kill the night in its rushing. But I don’t dare! If’n I have to push aside abysses gone gasping, so do you. It’s just part of the gift that we have of making. There could be nothing."