The trick, then, was finding them. The edifice I sought, once a hall of higher learning, was now little more than a crater. The manadhana had declared it 'the repository of all heresies' and reduced it to rubble soon after the Harvest. I wasn't the only one among the laity still brooding over the loss - if it were a loss. There is truth after all in saying that what does not kill you makes you stronger.