You had been hired on to make bricks. It was not until the arches came together, and the glazier arrived, and the plumber that you realized you were making something bigger. What was it to be, you asked the workers as they passed with pallets and poles. What should it be? They asked you, which seemed a sort of joke the first time. But you came to see it as an invitation. When the door was hung, and the dust cleared and the people came in and the walls echoed with song– you wondered if it was this — a song — you had been making all long.