As the pillar reached the peak of its rise he took a step back and looked up towards the top, as he had suspected, it was cleaving through the clouds and a bright ray of light filtered down onto the surface of the planet. Only about a mile's worth of light, but it was better than the infinite cloud cover that made this place so dreary and inhospitable. Back where he was standing before lifting the pillar he saw that unsightly statue, unmoving, unsettling. With one hand he brought up a few sheets of rock, about forty yards long and exactly as tall. If it wasn't going to move he was just going to cover it up and hide it from sight. Organic beings with their strange compulsion to build monuments to themselves from the stuff they rip from the ground. Madness.