O grace abounding, whereby I presumed
. .So deep the eternal light to search and sound
. .That my whole vision was therein consumed!
In that abyss I saw how love held bound
. .Into one volume all the leaves whose flight
. .Is scattered through the universe around;
How substance, accident, and mode unite
. .Fused, so to speak, together, in such wise
. .That this I tell of is one simple light.
Yea, of this complex I believe mine eyes
. .Beheld the universal form – in me,
. .Even as I speak, I feel such joy arise.
— Dante Alighieri, il Paradiso, Canto XXXIII
Wash sketches of me by Eleni Papageorge, created at Spring Studio: