Part Five

           Wemadeit.Wecreatedit.Webroughtitforthfromthenightoftheages.Wealone.Ourhands.Ourmind.Oursaloneandonly.

           Weknownotwhatwearesaying.Ourheadisreeling.Welookuponthelightwhichwehavemade.Weshallbeforgivenforanythingwesaytonight....

           Tonight,aftermoredaysandtrialsthanwecancount,wefinishedbuildingastrangething,fromtheremainsoftheUnmentionableTimes,aboxofglass,devisedtogiveforththepoweroftheskyofgreaterstrengththanwehadeverachievedbefore.Andwhenweputourwirestothisbox,whenweclosedthecurrent—thewireglowed!Itcametolife,itturnedred,andacircleoflightlayonthestonebeforeus.

           Westood,andweheldourheadinourhands.Wecouldnotconceiveofthatwhichwehadcreated.Wehadtouchednoflint,madenofire.Yetherewaslight,lightthatcamefromnowhere,lightfromtheheartofmetal.

           Weblewoutthecandle.Darknessswallowedus.Therewasnothingleftaroundus,nothingsavenightandathinthreadofflameinit,asacrackinthewallofaprison.Westretchedourhandstothewire,andwesawourfingersintheredglow.Wecouldnotseeourbodynorfeelit,andinthatmomentnothingexistedsaveourtwohandsoverawireglowinginablackabyss.

           Thenwethoughtofthemeaningofthatwhichlaybeforeus.Wecanlightourtunnel,andtheCity,andalltheCitiesoftheworldwithnothingsavemetalandwires.Wecangiveourbrothersanewlight,cleanerandbrighterthananytheyhaveeverknown.Thepoweroftheskycanbemadetodomen’sbidding.