Within the wolf is a blazing wall of data, a whorl of fractal patterns dripping with exponential information, many orders of magnitude beyond what Near can process - and yet, he is not overwhelmed, because an emerald barrier screens the torrent, leaving it visible, but one step removed - a solar eclipse seen through a pinhole camera.

And a genteel tendril of data shines through that pinhole, initiating a discrete contact, absorbing Near's speculation, parsing it - breaking down each thought from its verbal formulation into a sort of symbolic logic in which the image is a structure of all possible representations, interlocking thought by thought until it is rebuilt. Each structured image turns, like cogs in a watch, meshing beautifully, and in that continuous loop of motion is the confirmation of each thought, expressed by the mechanical power of truth to act harmoniously on the ideas around it.