For here there is nothing to take hold of, neither place nor time, neither measure nor anything else: it does not allow our minds to approach. And thus the soul, slipping at every point from what cannot be grasped, becomes dizzy and perplexed and returns once again to what is connatural to it, content now to know merely this about the Transcendent, that it is completely different from the nature of the things that the soul knows.

– Gregory of Nyssa: ‘Homilies on Ecclesiastes’