a story about how brok suddenly stands bolt upright and in the grasp of a rapture ... of a moment of sublime ecstasy and visitation by our father ... he , brok , wizard , chosen son , servant ... is drawn up into the clouds ... ascending , evaporating in a flash of blinding light ... within a crash and a boom like waves battering the ship in a fierce typhoon ... so is how they remember brok ... so does frak sanction this version of the tellingfor it is not for them to remember , nor to understand .