We need no longer be actors or manipulators or constructors drawn into the frays of action and manipulation and construction. As this once-taunt pendulum now rests in equivalence, we, too, can now rest in it . So now, a new pleasure arises to replace the tensed pendulum jitters. Against such a background of possibilities, manipulation becomes careful, measured. It is impossible.
Nothing can open up.
With such a field of relations, we must be careful, considerate, quiet sometimes, sometimes full of vigour and ebullience. Our actions are held in place. We are no longer little gods, and the stories of mathematics are no longer stories only about us and our heroic deeds of construction. We are in a place , and our deeds become heroic only if we do what is needed, what is proper to this place. Spotted in sights.