"Bunny ran up to the house, thumb and forefinger pinched together.
'Aunt, the sky is the biggest thing in the world. Guess what's the littlest?'
'I don't know, my dear. What?'
'This.' And extended her finger to show a minute grain of sand.
'I want to see.' Sunshine charged up and the particle of sand was lost in a hurricane of breath.
'No, no, no,' said the aunt, seizing Bunny's balled fist. 'There's more without number. There's enough sand for everybody.'" --from The Shipping News, by Annie Proulx
(yes, still the same book. i'm reading very slowly these days.)
"How precious to me are your thoughts, O God!
How vast is the sum of them!
Were I to count them,
they would outnumber the grains of sand." --Psalm 139:17-18
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