I meant to be one of the hands that took it, to reshape the world of art by my dedication and my perception. It was unclear whether I actually possessed either of these things, but of course I thought I did. For now, though, I had put aside all such considerations and was rapt in wonder as I touched a creature so far beyond me as I was beyond a stone, a thing that could not properly be contained or even observed from within our reality, but which might pass through it at an angle as it traversed the tiny wrinkle of space and time that we called "everything." I congratulated myself that for ten thousand generations men and women encountering such consciousnesses had labelled them jinn or angels and cowered before them, while I, a modern man, knew that I was experiencing transient unification with a Jungian collective psyche that might span the stars. I felt entirely sophisticated and à la mode.