At the great conflux between two planes, the weavers met. Each, in seeming defiance of gravity, was weaving half of a bridge. The weavers were perpendicular to the ground, and on a different axis, perpendicular to each other. Clinging to the walls, they wove, and then they moved together. Mechanical bodies intersected. If they were any more lifelike, we might have called the exchange a kiss.