I like the colors here. I also like the fact that the perspective is open to interpretation. Either everything is exploding outward, or rushing headlong to the center depending on how you chose to look at it.
"I decided that it was not wisdom that enabled [poets] to write their poetry, but a kind of instinct or inspiration, such as you find in seers and prophets who deliver all their sublime messages without knowing in the least what they mean."
--Socrates (in "Apology")