I think of Beatrice leading Dante into the luminous regions of Paradise. The poet prays for adequate language to describe the beauty of what he has seen:
Not only does the beauty I beheldOf that he can be sure. No human can fully enjoy or comprehend the grandeur of the universe we live in. In the Eta Carinae Nebula we visit a tiny neighborhood, only 50 light-years wide, of the Milky Way Galaxy, just one of 100 billion galaxies we might see with current technology.
Transcend ourselves, but truly I believe
Its Maker only may enjoy it all.
Like sudden lightning scattering the spiritsAnd we, having visited the Eta Carinae Nebula, might say with Dante's almost exact contemporary Meister Eckhart: "That which one says is God, he is not; that which one does not say, he is more truly that."
of sight so that the eye is then too weak
to act on other things it would perceive,
such was the living light encircling me,
leaving me so enveloped by its veil
of radiance that I could see no thing.
The Love that calms this heaven always welcomes
into Itself with such a salutation,
to make the candle ready for its flame.
No sooner had these few words entered me
than I became aware that I was rising
beyond the power that was mine; and such
new vision kindled me again, that even
the purest light would not have been so bright
as to defeat my eyes, deny my sight.