We are in a high tech video editing suite where we hear the disconnected voices of an unseen director and editor as they edit footage of beggars in an Asian country. The material stops and starts and whirls past us as we hear their dispassionate, technical conversation. We experience their growing involvement as they are drawn into the material until we cross with them in a dreaming of the footage. The beggars are blind. We cross from their physicality to a sense of their humble grace. The editors fade away. We have crossed – from west to east, from technology to humanity from the material to the spiritual.