and joy is in the acceptance of ignorance. Honor is in the pursuit of knowledge, and mundane is in familiarity. To settle on what we know is to ignore the absurdity right in front of us. We grow bitter, stupid, godless, and without whimsy. True joy is in the smallest of organisms. Joy is to have love for that which we can't understand. To observe the insects, to seek to understand their dynamics. We must trace each element of The Organism back to that which we can not explain, back to the absurd, back to God. From the galaxies, to the earth, and to the atomical. There is no limit to how large or how small. That's where God lies. God lies in the limitless. Where there is no end.