You’re dancing on me
said the cosmic dragon, the galactic surface of all we can see.
So fucking what? she said.
“And in this he showed me a little thing, the quantity of a hazel nut, lying in the palm of my hand, as it seemed. And it was as round as any ball. I looked upon it with the eye of my understanding, and thought, “What may this be?” And it was answered generally thus, “It is all that is made.””
Julian of Norwich