Nature is always and everywhere of the same sort. It matters little that it extends to infinity: beyond the extreme limit to which my eyes can reach, it is not different from what it is here. The space which I imagine beyond the horizon is still space, identical with that which I see. The time which flows without end is made up of moments identical which I have passed through. Extension, like duration, repeats itself indefinitely.
Émile Durkheim, The Elementary Forms of the Religious Life