someone was talking about the size of the world the other day, and I mentioned the ant, how small we think his universe is, and how well it fits his own height.
I find that infities change, my room alternates between being way too large for little me, and way too small for gigantic me. It depends on how I'm seeing. I have it on good authority that our world doesn't change too much.
- ah! - it's a small world - to die in - just heartbreakingly sad - sad and fragile and beautiful! - living doesn't fit into the bigness of the world - and so dying gets snipped at the edges -