The world of things entered your infant mind
To populate that crystal cabinet.
Within it's walls the strangest partners met,
And things turned thoughts did propagate their kind.
For, once within, corporeal fact could find
A spirit. Fact and you in mutual debt
Built there in your little microcosm- which yet
Had hugest tasks to it's small self assigned

Dead men can live there, converse with stars;
Equater speaks with pole, night with day:
Spirit dissolves the world's material bars-
A million isolations burn away
The Universe can live and work and plan,
At last made God within the mind of man.

                                             -Julian Huxley