Sixty went up on Friday. What had you expected to happen?

Be specific, because you have carried that expectation for three years
and have never once described it to anybody, including yourself.

A sound? A person? The old body walking back in and shaking your hand?

Write down what you expected, then read it back.
That is the wall. It was never the weight. The weight went up fine.

The Book of the Phoenix — Wall 61:1