Their intellective and emotional processes have been frozen into simulations of indifference by pressures of the surroundings and events. If they are lucky enough, one of them will raise a hand to the other, and touch or stroke, recognizing the other as the universe, the counterpart of a star, a galaxy, a planet, a bacterium, a virus, a leopard. Then they have enacted and completed a tantra of Shiva and Shakti. They have become mammals and gods and goddesses. He opens a book of reproductions of Egyptian art.
Clear light gleams off the paper.
The alto relievo statuary is uncanny. The lazy intellectual mind scans the opposite page and finds text describing the statuary in a foreign language. It says, apparently, that this is a Pharaoh and two goddesses. The beads move. They create the gleam of this dimension, of this single process, of perfection.