Here is an awesome, though haunting, passage of Scripture. I'm sort of jumping in the middle of a sentence, but it's the last part of verse twenty-seven that's particularly poignant.

Acts 17:25 nor is He served by human hands, as though He needed anything, since He Himself gives to all people life and breath and all things;
26 and He made from one man every nation of mankind to live on all the face of the earth, having determined their appointed times and the boundaries of their habitation,
27 that they would seek God, if perhaps they might grope for Him and find Him, though He is not far from each one of us;

For some reason that just starts to tear at my heart, "...though He is not far from each one of us." That is so beautiful, there's something transcendant and other-worldly, epic, about that phrase, about the verse.