The seventh increment settled onto his back, and Noah began!
In theory, he understood it completely. Cast out everything that did not generate from him, empty the house of every borrowed beam, and see what was left. In theory it was clean. It was even elegant!
In practice, he was about to reach into his own existence and tear out everything he had ever been and had been building, and his hands were shaking before he started, and not from the stone.
He started with the one that frightened him least.
The Primordial Source. He had grasped it later, integrated it partially. It was dense and patient inside him and it was not his, had never been his, was older than every framework and belonged to all of existence and none of it.
'Cast out.'
