Vast is the Earth,
yet so is it small.
To a demon,
Earth is a bauble.
To one lost in a desert,
Earth is a solid echo of the sky.
Between those truths
we live our mad scramble lives
from dark to dark.
Balanced on a grain of sand called love,
those truths keep each other at bay.
Size and its lack encompass us.
Micro and macro swing us in their arms.
And so we sleep.
–From the Liturgy at Hessia Abbey, found in “The Perfect Grave”, a chapter of the novel Neither Light Nor Dark by Samael Gyre, a work in stasis.
