The mass is too great. I strain and I strive with it's weight and expanse. But, small enough to carry in my pocket, or slip in the crevices of my heart.
It is complex and manifold, greater than the expanse of the heavens. Yet, the simplest of minds can grasp it in full. Facile and bright.
The gravitas is severe, pressing with yawning, frightening, intensity. But still light as a feather, tickling heart and mind with joy and flow.
I can plunge it's depths, never to reach the bottom. Fathomless ends. Yet I splash in it's shallows, face upturned, refreshing drops tracing my skin.
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