The storyteller talks, time breakdown, and the individuals from the gathering of people are within the sight of history. It is a period of veils. The reality, the present, is here, however with unstable enthusiastic pictures giving it a specific situation. This is the storyteller's craft: to veil the past, making it strange, apparently blocked off. Be that as it may, it is out of reach just to one's present acumen; it is constantly accessible to one's essence, one's feelings. The storyteller consolidates the crowd's present waking state and its past state of half-consciousness, thus the gathering of people strolls again ever, joining its progenitors. Furthermore, history, in every case in excess of a scholarly subject, moves toward becoming for the group of onlookers a falling of time.