Edgar Allan Poe,
Amazing Stories
(1926)
“ At death, or metamorphosis, these creatures, enjoying the ultimate life—immortality—and cognizant of all secrets but the one act all things and pass everywhere by mere volition:—indwelling, not the stars, which to us seem the sole palpabilities, and for the accommodation of which we blindly deem space created—but that SPACE itself—that infinity of which the truly substantive vastness swallows up the star-shadows—blotting them out as non-entities from the perception of the angels. ”
