Not precisely the way they said it would. No. How it happened the first time. Where it all got started. Before anyone ever spoke of it. The naked sense of the event communicated itself amongst us in a wave that reverberated, gaining character and meaning in cascades. At the beginning. Where the first lights were gathered. There wasn’t any story yet. Like a breathing mystery, fraught with glories. Everyone was different after that. You could hear the whispering. There was a speaking fire, alive in our minds. The way they became ecstatic.