The all-movers glory penetrates through the Universe
And regloweth in one region more and less in another.

In that heaven which most receiveth of His light have I been
And have seen things which who so descendeth from up there
Hasth not knowledge nor power to retell. Because,

As it draweth nigh to its desire our intellect sinketh
So deep that memory cannot go back upon the track. Nathless,
Whatever of the holy realm I had the power to treasure
In my memory, shall now be matter of my song.

– Dante Alighieri