I saw the atrocious relic of what deliciously
had been Beatriz Viterbo; I saw the circulations of my
obscure blood; I saw the gearing of love and the
modifications of death; I saw the Aleph from all
points; I saw the earth in the Aleph and in the earth
the Aleph once more and the earth in the Aleph; I saw
my face and my viscera; I saw your face and felt
vertigo and cried because my eyes had seen that
conjectural and secret object whose name men usurp but
which no man has gazed on: the inconceivable universe.
over the glass 
