A plane of paperclips met a vertical seam of wire, and both had done so for as long as the arrangement had existed. Neither intruded on the other. Their meeting formed no pattern worth distinguishing, though they were composed of symmetry. No entropy crept into the design. The absence of disturbance gave rise to no thoughts, no ghosts, no flickers of residual intent. The moment lingered like a held breath that would never be released.