At 50x, the sugar grain beside it is no longer sweet but a crystal mountain, sharp enough to cut the idea of morning.
Zoom 100 x: You learn that the small things are not small. They are simply far away in scale. And you — you are not large. You are just not yet close enough. zoom 100 x
At 10x, the fly becomes a cathedral of bristles and compound eyes, each facet a screen showing me my own reflection, fractured a hundred times. At 50x, the sugar grain beside it is