As one moves into the outer cosmos, differentiating into millions, billions and trillions of fragments, the tussle to control or be controlled becomes a spectacular dance of forms.
Knowing from the mind makes the drama of the dance an emotion-filled, energetic, physical and mental manoeuvring of beauty or ugliness depending on who's winning and who's losing.
Until and unless the knowing of the mind is made subservient to the inner one, where all merges, the pains of division and pleasures of expansion and contraction rule...