Every atom is a microscopic eyeball floating in space, and peering into every other eyeball. There’s a cosmos in each one, with its own suns and solar systems, planets and asteroids, and millions of gas clouds and magnetic fields and zigzagging forces of every kind. On the teenytiny planets floating in each ball, there are lands and inhabitants working and making noises back and forth at one another, unaware of the eyes in the skies that are watching them, peering into them, changing them. Every gaze of an atomic eye, no matter how momentary and glancing, triggers a division. The gazed-upon splits in two, the new a near-perfect copy of the old and spinning off as a fresh twin, but bearing the fecund seed of a hidden difference.
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