It’s burned. We’ve done it. That thing restraining us; what was keeping us from trooping forward, along with the rest of the earth. The darkness that tormented us, whispering torment in our ear for years, is now illuminated. Its lies lay bare. Hallelujah! From the dross, the leftovers from an undoing of our fore ignorance, we shake the ash out of our hair. As an army of phoenix, we feel new. Our fighting has not been in vein, but because of our striving we have been dipped in gold by Victory. The road ahead still holds its own battles, but a new brightness begins to fill the earth around us, and we know it’s because of us.