And to understand the Redemption, she said, I had to understand
love. Again I felt that feather-touch on a metaphorical chin, a ghostly finger
lifting my gaze to new horizons.

Through its completed cosmology the Transcendence was cognizant
of the universe as a whole, of all of space and time, the whole of the
human past. And now it showed the past to me.

Transcendent, Chapter 58