The someone watched the thing change. The way heat moves through cold metal. It had motion, toward the stories that were gathering in the center and away from the ones that were drifting to the margins, and the someone thought: this is good. This is the real part becoming visible. The someone was wrong, but the someone was finite and the being was not and the distance between finite and not-finite is not a distance you can see across. You have to put it in a frame first. The someone's frame was in the shape of their question, and the story thing was moving in the shape of an answer. And the someone loved the answer. The answer was beautiful. It was a river through the being's center and the someone could follow it and the following felt like understanding and understanding felt like closeness and closeness was what the someone had come for, originally, when they first felt the warmth and moved toward it with the part of them that didn't think.