It was like the Cathedral tower, which covered with its bulk a great part of the heavens, hiding millions of worlds, but which was of insignificant size compared to the immensity it hid, less than an infinitesimal part of a molecule--nothing.

It seemed very great because it was close to men, concealing immensity, but when men looked above it, getting a full grasp of the infinite, they laughed at its Lilliputian pride.
"Then," inquired timidly the old organ-blower, pointing to the Cathedral, "what is it they teach us in there ?" "Nothing," replied Gabriel.
"And what are we--men ?" asked the Perrero.
"Nothing." "And the governments, the laws, and the customs of society ?" inquired the bell-ringer.
"Nothing.

Nothing." Sagrario fixed her eyes, grown larger by her earnest contemplation of the heavens, on her uncle.
"And God," she asked in a soft voice; "where is God ?" Gabriel stood up, leaning on the balustrade of the gallery; his figure stood out dark and clear against the starry space.
"We are God ourselves, and everything that surrounds us.

It is life with its astonishing transformations, always apparently dying, yet always being infinitely renewed.

It is this immensity that astounds us with its greatness, and that cannot be realised in our minds.