In Job, God reminds us that man is not the measure of his creation. The world is immense, constructed on no plan or theory which the intellect of man can grasp. It is TRANSCENDENT everywhere. This is the burden of every verse, and is the secret if there be one, of the poem. God is great, we know not his ways. He takes from us all we have, but yet if we possess our souls in patience, we MAY pass the valley of the shadow, and come out in sunlight again. We may or we may not.
This is from Mark Rutherford, as transcribed in William James‘s Varieties of Religious Experience. I had thought to post it as a lateral comment to the first paragraph of Multitudes, but on second thoughts I decided not to.
LEVIATHAN, BEHEMOTH, and ZIZ 