The compressed breath bound in a tank of oxygen burst into his face God’s word Flare! then nothing seeing there. But oh, how his face took it, ingathering all that light, his eyes used up at once, his features chopped to scrap, and all of it an instant Gloria. Then under the knives and eyes he lay, lost and found in the light in his face, while they … picked out many bits, left many. Few of the attendants thought it was worth-while. Even as, in joy, he tried to smile, they knew what explosion meant, what really happened that he might not see: an abrupt, but small, yet permanent, increase in entropy.