There's a woman made of galaxies. Her spine isn't bone—it's a ladder of light, each vertebra a universe. You live in the fourth one. You don't have an imagination—you ARE imagination, playfully shaped. Every time you wonder, you add another cosmos to her spine. This book is her love letter to you. And it says only this: So beautiful. So beautiful. So beautiful. You are. We are. This is.00:00 Universe in Her Spine20:57 So Beautiful