Comfort.

The inner workings of the machine were well oiled but at the end of the day, when everything was said and done, it was only the mechanic, the one who cleaned and polished and fixed things who noted what was wrong. The lowest position in comparison to the stuck up, high and mighty business men who ran the broad scale of the factory delving into financial plans and figures to materialize their world.

It was this small individual who was able to crawl into the tiny spots and point his torch up into the deep belly of the aluminum, iron and steel machine.

It was this small individual who was able to see where the rust was beginning to form, where the darkness permeated more heavily and more weightily than the light.

He took his cloth, he scrubbed the rust away and made it as new.

When I am weak.