Peace abides in the gentle velvet folds of patient time;
When industry is forgotten and rigid right angles
Give way to soft currents of inspiration;
Lacking definition, judgement or expectation
My yardstick shrinks and disintegrates into nothingness...
Inadequate to the task of measuring infinity.
‘Where is beauty to be found? In great things that, like everything else, are doomed to die, or in small things that aspire to nothing, yet know how to set a jewel of infinity in a single moment?’
- Muriel Barbery, The Elegance of the Hedgehog
