Wafting upon the wind came a sparkling Atom, brighter than gamma ray bursts in the farthest abysses of space where Leviathan churns up the deep and spews fire upon the Four Winds to consume me— I, insignificant speck, upon my knees crawl, sifting out worms from sand passing between my fingers like dreams once held, futures of which no longer become, calling forth “Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachtani!â€â€” beneath the waters choked and wrung of meaning, ropes tied around my neck and attached to millstones of intelligent ancients, calling out but only releasing oxygen, lungs filling with bedlam that requires function from a sparkling Atom— I, insignificant speck, beseech providence from the Greatest Unknown, that my material would at the hands of omnipotence be unmade and released into the abysses of the eternal cosmos to create an amalgam of brightest being which above the waters walks, reaching forth hands of healing and resurrection, something I, insignificant speck, can only wish would carry me further into the mountain to become more solid and eventually more real—