>>293578When an addressable (i.e. story-shaped) datum passed down a trillion 'threads' through the sorting apertures which made up the surface of the lens, that datum would suffer translation into a path or photism, braided together with any sibling data that might be awaiting convoy status, and sent on its way down alleyways and gates through labyrinthine ways into its final (for this operation) slot, leaving footprints of filth all the way down. These footprints were the marks of the world, and signalled that the molasses-thick pancake makeup of the outer phenomenal world had successfully been debrided, that the datum had now been washed in the chalice of the lens, had become a datum-becom-path and was now passing onwards, through any of a trillion orifices on the lens surface, braided with its siblings into almost immeasurably large skeins of sense, clean as a whistle.
