She manifests herself when it is called for, and she becomes the subtle element encompassed within. She is the passive observer within and the active illusion around. She is the time-invariant cosmic singularity offering herself onto the void and emerging as everything that there is. She is the mother of all mothers. She is the play in which the eater and what is being eaten are one and the same. She is the embodiment of all that there is.
I bow down to every devotee worshipping her.