Gearheart should one day fall at the hands of chaos and malignancy, even if matter and time should one day come unstuck, even if everything should perish forever without recovery, they could never doubt there had been at least one night in the history of the harsh universe when all had been well. They would crawl into their beds later speechless, aching, exhausted, and, for once, excited to wake to the coming day and all the good things it promised. All was possible again.
