In the highlands of the Albanian lands, families built kulla: towers of dry-laid stone with walls a meter thick and windows narrow enough to defend. When conflict swept the valley, life moved inside and carried on. The kulla was not built for the good years. It was built for the worst one.
That's the standard we hold our work to. Continuity isn't a binder on a shelf; it's the discipline of building, in calm times, the thing that keeps the light on through the siege.