It was airless, waterless, sunless.
"I seemed to draw closer to it.

And then I saw that over every facet patterns were traced; gigantic symmetrical designs; mathematical hieroglyphs.

In them I read unthinkable calculations, formulas of interwoven universes, arithmetical progressions of armies of stars, pandects of the motions of the suns.

In the patterns was an appalling harmony--as though all the laws from those which guide the atom to those which direct the cosmos were there resolved into completeness--totalled.
"The faceted world was like a cosmic abacist, tallying as it marched the errors of the infinite.
"The patterned symbols constantly changed form.

I drew nearer--the symbols were alive.