“Consider the true picture. Think of myriads of tiny bubbles, very sparsely scattered, rising through a vast black sea. We rule some of the bubbles. Of the waters we know nothing...”

“Yet there are moments when the walls of the mind grow thin; when nothing is unabsorbed, and I could fancy that we might blow so vast a bubble that the sun might set and rise in it and we might take the blue of midday and the black of midnight and be cast off and escape from here and now.”

“Bright beads of red are rising through the ink, Hearts-blood bubbles smearing out into the black stream”

“All forms that perish other forms supply,(By turns we catch the vital breath and die)Like bubbles on the sea of matter borne,They rise, they break, and to that sea return.”

“now we have fathomed what our space-ship is--a tiny bubble in a glass of God.”

“That's the truth of it; pile together everything we know and care about in the universe and it will still be nothing more than a tiny speck in the middle of a vast black ocean of Who Gives A Fuck.”