Somebody's house burned in the spring and they rebuilt it themselves over two years,
and in the second year a neighbour said, kindly: it must be nice, having a brand new house.

They said: it is not new. It is second.

The neighbour did not follow, and there was no way to explain it,
and the house went up anyway, and it is a good house,
and every wall in it knows something the first one never did.

The Book of the Phoenix — Arrival 59:9