From “Oh, Infinite Stream of Data and Light” by Beatrice Marovich, at Killing the Buddha:

But what if, perhaps, the infinite itself didn’t have another agenda entirely? What if my actual, sensible, embodied feeling of resistance was, in fact, the aftershock of an infinite intuition? What if the infinite had bubbled up through my synapses and then my organs like a kind of indigestion? What if the infinite, itself, had been on a mission to get to me—into my intuition—to suggest, in a still quiet voice: I’m not just out there, I’m in here, too.