says the sky , and his noise opens again with images of what can only be the first spackle war- pictures of death on a scale i had n't even imagined- pictures of spackle dying by the thousands- pictures of atrocities at the hands of men- pictures of children , babies- `` we ca n't do anything about what 's happened , '' i say , trying to look away but his noise is everywhere , `` but we can do something to keep it from happening again . ''