The Gods Of The City: Protestantism - And Religio...

He didn't "fix" the watch. Instead, he took his own masterwork—the clock that governed the town square—and reached into its throat. He didn't break it; he simply nudged a single pin.

That night, Silas didn't go to the evening service. He stayed in his shop, staring at the breathing watch. For the first time in his life, he let his own fire go out. He realized that the city’s religion had turned the Creator into a Great Accountant. The Gods of the City: Protestantism and Religio...

"It's not a machine," Silas whispered, his Protestant discipline warring with a sudden, frantic wonder. "I can't fix what isn't bound by a mainspring." He didn't "fix" the watch