“I saw within Its depth how It conceives
all things in a single volume bound by Love,
of which the universe is the scattered leaves.”

—  Dante Alighieri , book Paradiso

Canto XXXIII, lines 85–87 (tr. Ciardi).
The Divine Comedy (c. 1308–1321), Paradiso

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Nel suo profondo vidi che s'interna, legato con amore in un volume, ciò che per l'universo si squaderna.

The Divine Comedy (c. 1308–1321), Paradiso

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