QUOTE : Adam's marvelous eyes, which learned to see, saw how the atoms--new, brand new--began to trace their orbits, still hesitantly, not knowing how to function. Colors shone one by one, in the gentle fluoride tones that they would never recover when they matured. Space stretched out, dimensions scampered along hallways of burnished ozone, like small children looking for toys. Time had not stopped tightening the spring that it would later release a little at a time. Adam could almost touch the edge of the universe, which was expanding like the corolla of a flower preparing to be the All. Forms were born, wrapped in the shimmering dampness, they grew sharper as they felt their way along, successively adopting the line, the plane, volume, aligning themselves in the perspective of an infinite trompe l'oeil. Gravity intervened and each thing making its debut found its place--mountains and suns, galaxies and roses. Adam heard the first birdsong.