They who add years to years in lumpish aggregation, or miles to miles and galaxies to galaxies, shall not come near His greatness. 'The day of the fields of Arbol [the Sun] will fade and the days of Deep Heaven itself are numbered. Not thus is He great. He dwells (all of Him dwells) within the seed of the smallest flower and is not cramped: Deep Heaven is inside Him who is inside the seed and does not distend Him. Blessed be He!
~C.S. Lewis, Perelandra, Chapter 17 (1943)