The glory of he that moves everything permeates the universe. Shining more strongly in one part than another. I have been to heavens that take up most of His light and saw things there, that upon returning cannot speak of nor yet remember. For when nearing its desired goal, the intellect falls to such an abyss that memory quite fails to follow. - Dante's Paradise, Canto I
"Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate"