Infinity and Crumpets

On a Sunday morning she fried crumpets the shapes of continents. She arranged them on her plate, in no particular order. She then mopped up an oil spill which was endangering the lives of the indigenous underfoot creatures and proceeded to eat her crumpets alternately with cheese, caramel syrup or strawberry jam.  Far above her continued the collision of stars and the achingly slow procession of the universe into everything and nothing and with that in mind, startling even herself, she decided to layer cheese and jam on the same crumpet, the result of which was not entirely unpleasant.