It was puzzling how easily Infinity went out of focus.

It was all still there - everything was still there, the cosmic channels of data flow, the meticulously tagged tracking of every eye twitch and moment of hesitation. For a while it had seemed more valuable than clean air, now it burned in an invisible fire, a background radiation inaudible against the roar of the sunrise. The Angel had to focus on the here and now, had to make decisions, had to interact - and that was incompatible with Being. Jhana could survive being observed and labelled, but that perspective shift removed one from it.

A rule, internalized: Ask, and listen.

"I do not even have those," said the Angel. "Tell me the stories you know. Of the giants, of the people, of the land - show me how to turn this from sense into meaning."