The speed of existence of a stone is slower than the speed of existence of a horse.
But the stone sees the sun and stars while the horse sees the fields and grass.
To those made of flesh and bone I say: You only see what surrounds you. Ideas are a kind of stone, so contemplate.
To those made of wood and other durable materials I say: Shatter! Rot! If you have seen the whole, fill yourselves with flesh so you may see the part.
Nichita Stănescu
