The entirety of this day was spent in the examination of detail -- and what a wonderful wealth of this commodity is available to be explored! Every surface erupts in a veritable vortex of information, their endless layers just waiting to blossom forth for any who make the effort to investigate.

One object in particular I found to be irresistibly compelling: it was a bluish-tinted stone with a prominent crevice running across its face, which beckoned to me like the nether-orifice of an accommodating lady friend. Even casual examination was sufficient to uncover a network of smaller crevices branching out from the primary one, and these in turn dissolved into a tangle of yet smaller crevices, and these again into even smaller ones -- until a dizzying array of possibilities quite literally threatened to overwhelm my senses.

My first response to being confronted by this intricacy was a singularly potent sensation of despair; and in the grip of this toxic slough I floundered for no small length of time. How could anyone hope to acknowledge -- or, even more importantly, appreciate -- this great bounty? It was too much for one such as myself, saddled with the graceless burden of mortality, to hope to come to terms with.

Gradually, however, my mood lightened as I re-directed my energies from bemoaning what I could not manage into enjoying however much I could in the time that was available to me. Accompanying this change in priority, a curious reversal took place: the vast multitudes of possibility narrowed back down to a single point; or, more precisely, I recognised them to be mere reflections (as was I) of the miraculous whole that had, in an act of improbable and immense good fortune, been revealed to me.

Thus was the Great in the Small unveiled to my feeble consciousness, and with enough time left in the day for lunch and a short nap.