The lawyers with their papers. The taxi drivers with their grit. The doctors with their powers. The mothers with their complaints. The children with their awe. The elders with their wisdom. The whole of them with their ignorance. The tower was here and now and everything and standing for much more than I or anything else could ever comprehend. The surrounding buildings ate up their role though. A profile of a sign read “Sportspod Repairs”. How could the society that had painted that sign understand? How could they understand with their Sportspod Repair buildings and their lax approach to awe and their strict approach to leisure. God might actually forbid that their music players play or their homedressers function, but how could that be an end?