Sarah wondered, did Jesus know that she existed? Did he understand that she had her own viewpoint from which she took in the whole universe? Did he understand that he was making a major impact on her vast subjective experience? Did he exist, too? She thought maybe he did. That's what made him so compelling. None of the automatons would write "Your toes are so sad" on a business card. He was an existence reaching out to another existence.
"How did you find me?" she asked the ceiling as she lay in bed alone.