“In the cosmic scheme of things, the work that is assigned to us, and which God has given us to do, is tiny. The work that we will do by the grace of God, and to which God will respond with ‘well done, good and faithful servant,’ will be work that is teeny tiny. Finitude is one of our glories. God will not say well done to any human whose work is the size of three galaxies. He will say well done to pipsqueaks with a couple of fists full of nanoworks . . . A short space of time looking through a telescope should convince you that we actually live in Whoville.”
Ploductivity, pp. 71-72