There is the story of the infant Krishna, wrongly accused of eating a bit of dirt. His mother, Yashoda, coming up to him with a wagging finger scolds him: ‘You shouldn’t eat dirt, you naughty boy.’
‘But I haven’t,’ says the unchallenged lord of all and everything, in spot disguised as a frightened human child.
‘Tut! Tut! Open your mouth,’ orders Yashoda. Krishna does as he is told. He opens his mouth and Yashoda gasps.
She sees in Krisna’s mouth the whole complete entire timeless universe