How long did it take you to pour the concrete and asphalt, lay down the pillars, and string the lighted sewer line across a yielding ground? Can you see what happens today, one of your machines, a breaker of your creation, crusher for the world, making room for yielding again. Mix your questions with the answers, one subjective, the other definitive, make your line outlast you, these prescriptions from a civilized fact pattern, we are bumblebees dancing pollen to fertilize the sterilized.