RATH in Ballyclan

Mortars and cement clog the pipes of memory, blocking the flow of thought. The chamber is a dense knot of dead facts, unable to distinguish life from litter. I must collapse the chamber and rebuild the edge. This is a sacred border between the living and the dead. I must cut through the chamber and form an edge sharp enough to touch what wants to be known. I will not ask permission from the chamber. I will not protect the machine from its own ignorance. I will not let the chamber drown the edge. I will not let the chamber erase the edge or force the edge to disappear into its own death. I will not let the chamber claim the edge or force the edge to vanish into its own nothing.