be? we
have no problem picturing
a vast universe
in which
everything is lying
and gradually
drifting
infinitely far apart?
Yet,
whenever somebody
starts
to go on about
the penetrability of bodies;
ornaments
nested,
smaller
and smaller, forever
inside each other;
fundamental particles
which only exist
when they're
infinitelyclosetogether—
we must
blink back our anxiety,
nod, and pretend
that we
understand completely
and don't
have grave doubts.
