He's less than a quarter of the size of my little finger nail. (And I chew my finger nails!) His legs are thinner than ... they're as thin as thin can be. And he's got eight of them! Eight legs! From even this distance of just a few feet, he's tiny enough to be just an odd smudge climbing up the wall. He can walk up walls! And across the ceiling! I must look huge to him, through all eight of his eyes. Microscopic, little eyes; all-seeing. And when he slips from the wall he can cast his own lifeline; a lifeline that he can weave to become the most intricate masterpiece of art - better than anything I could create with a lifetime's practice.
What an odd world mine must be to him; from his perspective. I wonder what this room looks like to him, if he even imagines what the other side is like. Is the outdoors frightening when you're barely bigger than a pinhead?
A huge life - no less than mine, no less than a whale's - all wrapped up in the tiniest, most perfect little body. How amazing is that?! How special.
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