There is much to be seen here, and now.

Do the archangels survey aught more glorious than the constellations we nightly behold?
Continually we slight the wonders, we deem in reserve.

We await the present.

With marvels we are glutted, till we hold them no marvels at all.

But had these eyes first opened upon all the prodigies in the Revelation of the Dreamer, long familiarity would have made them appear, even as these things we see.