Alone, I stacked cinder blocks in a never-ending spiral, braiding a grey triple helix off to the cosmos, my prize-winning thesis realized at last. It was the biggest thing that man had ever done – bigger than Aswan, Ulysses, Sgt. Pepper – until the hand of God annihilated my tower. I could have never imagined what would follow, after my disappearance: torties and tuxedos dancing on my unused grave, thrashing tails and flehmening sprayed split-faced units, living long beyond my last contact with Earth. A harley rolls onto his back and surveys the ecliptic for my heavenly body. It was a success.