A remnant of Jacob is always in the midst of nations like dew on the grass for which no man is responsible. The destruction is what scatters the remnant among the shattered remains. The mountain of Zion rises up above the other mountains and is the new born son after the labor pains, the shepherd from the most unexpected place; these two, the highest and the lowest, two poles on one great magnet, pulling remains hidden within the world out of the world. The Spirit of the mountain and the Spirit of the Shepherd calling like to like. Calling their broken spirits. A few tiny shards of the broken vase begin to tremble like iron filings under the invisible call of this distant magnet. They turn, rising up along the radiating lines of an organizing principle. The remnant turns their eyes to the sun and comes home.