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In that moment, I feel the Prophet’s canvas ceiling lift away from my head, walls flying off me, and a pressure I’ve never put into words hisses somewhere at the back of my mind as the size of the universe assembles itself in my mind. If I close my eyes, I can see it, the endlessness beyond my ears, and knowing I’m only in a corner of that vastness doesn’t make me feel tiny. It is amazing that, though I am small and ungifted and barely educated, even I can appreciate the scale of the universe.And from this perch in space, for this moment at least, it seems unimportant whether someone made it, or if it made itself.
