As we go down in space, we carry it,
Wherever we go, our own little space
Increasing space phenomenally here.
Imagine folds and folds of space around
Each space tied neatly to a chunk of time
And all adding up infinitely to the world.
When we are tree our space folds up there
Beyond the hill where those lights flicker.
But when we are ants our little antennae
Gather up spaces from all those tiny holes
That adds to the ever expanding world.
From our holes, we add lots to the world.