The Cave is a random endeavor and then, suddenly, a whole lot of randomness occurs all at the same time. These are our best moments, accidental intersections that tumble and bloom and become.
And then someone came in to get wine. So far, unremarkable. It happens a few times a week, at least. Then someone else came in to get some stuff. Then they started talking, and by the time that was done they and their wives were going to get together for dinner. The first person left. A third person came in. I realized the third and second person needed to meet, and introduced them. I realized this because sometimes I actually remember what people talk about and I think, oh, this person should know that person. This was one of those times.
And then this happened. Then everyone went home. Pi is fun, but to watch these moments become is a privilege.