Slowly, my child,
must you walk upon this Earth,
and slowly, my child,
you must look,
for your eyes see but
the tiny fraction of the spectrum
that the universe
could fit inside your book.
Slowly must you examine
all that lies before you,
slowly must you observe each turn,
slowly must you analyze
the illusion that you see,
slowly, my child, must you learn.
Slowly, my child,
must you listen to the waves
at frequencies
that say barely anything at all,
while the universe, my dear,
ranges far beyond your ears,
from the infinite to the infinitesimal.
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