The Milky Way was really quite enough to trim me down to size but even so I thought it fine to spread a quilt beneath the stars and mark my spot beside the universal edge.
But then those ****** astronomers had to rewrite the universe with stellar maps and Hubble pics that proved beyond the pale that those fuzzy little nebulae are really other galaxies.
Hold enough, I say. Thatβs most unfair! Who needs another million Milky Ways?
Well, if that's the way it has to be, then I'll just fold my blanket up and go inside. where I'm ever so much bigger!