Each world contains a myriad of smaller worlds.
We choose the scale in which we dwell; perhaps, it selects us before we choose it. We pathologists are among a tiny cadre who can hear the whispering of glass slides. Hold a glass slide up to the air, you see a name, an institution, numbers, and tissue pieces. Put the glass on a microscope stage, and magic unfolds. The tissue holds worlds of stories, time lines of disease processes, symptoms, suffering, treatments, both successful and unsuccessful, and predictions. Imagine the worlds of information we glean from slides; now imagine the worlds we have yet to discover. This is our world. We only have to sit quietly, look, and listen to the whispering of slides.