After the box had been made, this architect thought of how she might escape. Examining hands now, both gauntlets could be seen- creation, and destruction. Could the box be conceived, must less achieved, without the ability to influence reality in these ways? If these things could not be accomplished without gloves, did it reason that escaping was the same way? So the architect fashioned a plan, that love might be released by its own hand. And in the conception of such a thing, such a thing was conceived. Though the architect could not know, these well intentioned words could be found as seeds inside; long ago this one had been planted, and harvested, and what it produced was now overflowing in the barn. All that remained was to understand, to a degree (for they were still not reunited), and confirm the words once written. So, with a thought and a stroke of "the pen" (for it was not a pen as such), the architect made tangible the glove in the box, as if giving one up. That...