It was not so long ago, maybe four, maybe five hundred years. I was feeding the little hummingbird nectar when I saw its eyes glaze over. He had never seen something so big, so powerful, so sublime, and neither had I. It was far too big, far too powerful, far too sublime for his little eye and flowed around his whole face, his whole little figure. But the beautiful dragon smiled gently and graciously and withdrew so softly and quietly that no breath of wind hit us, no fire of its breath heated us, and we - the hummingbird and I - were only left in silent amazement, as if a divine being had touched us.