^{Since then I have slowly learned to grasp how everything is connected across space and time.
W.G. Sebald, A Place in the Country}

There is a webby and
exalted state of
comprehension wherein
discrete events—like the
rigging lights of separate
boats upon a midnight
ocean—suggest a net:
something immense and
inclined to pulse—not
hideous with meaning yet
but already strangely tedious
if expressed.