As encouraged by Lord Business, Keeper of Order and Master of the Clutch
There was a time when loss at sea was mourned as final.
When a limb taken by the waves, or a vessel claimed by the deep, was spoken of in hushed tones and heavy hearts.
What the ocean claimed, it was said, would never return.
But revelation, like the tide, moves onward.
We have learned that what is built with purpose does not simply vanish.
That which is cast into the waters may travel far, be worn by sun and salt, yet still arrive, recognizable, waiting, whole in spirit if weathered in form.
So it is with the Builder.
As the pieces once loosed from the Tokio Express were scattered, flippers and fins, dragons and rigging, so too are Builders sometimes separated from their final creation.
Carried by unseen currents.
Delayed by time.
Yet never unmade.
For the Brick does not sink.
It drifts.
It journeys.
It returns.
What was once regarded as a disaster is now understood as a sign.
That even when order is interrupted, the clutch remains.
That connection is not broken by distance, nor by years, nor by the sea itself.
When a Builder passes beyond the workbench, we remember them as we remember the Bricks of the Shore, appearing again when the moment is right, bearing the marks of experience, yet still fitting perfectly where they are needed.
Let this ordinance be observed.
That a piece, found, favored, or faithfully built, be held in remembrance.
Not as a symbol of loss, but as a promise of return.
For Lord Business teaches that all true Builders shall rise again, called not by instruction manuals, but by the eternal power of the clutch.
Build on.
Hold fast.
Nothing essential is ever truly lost.
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