He utters in each grain of it the unmixed image of His energy. Each grain, if it spoke, would say, I am at the centre; for me all things were made. Let no mouth open to gainsay it. Blessed be He!” “Each grain is at the centre.The Dust is at the centre.The Worlds are at the centre.The beasts are at the centre.The ancient peoples are there.The race that sinned is there.Tor and Tinidril are there.The gods are there also. Blessed be He!” “Where Maleldil is, there is the centre. He is in every place.
