A poet once said, "The whole universe is in a glass of wine. " We will probably never know in what sense he meant that, for poets do not write to be understood. . . How vivid is the claret, pressing its existence into the consciousness that watches it! If our small minds, for some convenience, divide this glass of wine, this universe, into parts - physics, biology, geology, astronomy, psychology, and so on - remember that nature does not know it! So let us put it all back together, not forgetting ultimately what it is for. Let it give us one more final pleasure: drink it and forget it all!
Im afraid of needles, except acupuncture needles.