We have ascended already from our small starting-point to numbers which express the heat that falls upon the whole planet, and enable us to deal, if we wish, with questions relating to the glacial epochs and other changes in its history. We have done this by referring at each step to the little cube which we have carried along with us, and which is the foundation of all the rest; and we now see why such exactness in the first determination is needed, since any error is multiplied by enormous numbers. But now we too are going to step off the earth and to deal with numbers which we can still express in the same way if we choose, but which grow so large thus stated that we will seek some greater term of comparison for them. We have just seen the almost incomprehensible amount of heat which the sun must send the earth in order to warm its oceans and make green its continents; but how little this is to what passes us by! The earth as it moves on in its annual path continually comes into new regions, where it finds the same amount of heat already pouring forth; and this same amount still continues to fall into the empty space we have just quitted, where there is no one left to note it, and where it goes on in what seems to us utter waste. If, then, the whole annual orbit were set close with globes like ours, and strung with worlds like beads upon a ring, each would receive the same enormous amount the earth does now. But this is not all; for not only along the orbit, but above and below it, the sun sends its heat in seemingly incredible wastefulness, the final amount being expressible in the number of _worlds_ like ours that it could warm like ours, which is 2,200,000,000. We have possibly given a surfeit of such numbers, but we cannot escape or altogether avoid them when dealing with this stupendous outflow of the solar heat. They are too great, perhaps, to convey a clear idea to the mind, but let us before leaving them try to give an illustration of their significance. Let us suppose that we could sweep up from the earth all the ice and snow on its surface, and, gathering in the accumulations which lie on its Arctic and Antarctic poles, commence building with it a tower greater than that of Babel, fifteen miles in diameter, and so high as to exhaust our store. Imagine that it could be preserved untouched by the sun’s rays, while we built on with the accumulations of successive winters, until it stretched out 240,000 miles into space, and formed an ice-bridge to the moon, and that then we concentrated on it the sun’s whole radiation, neither more nor less than that which goes on every moment. In _one_ second the whole would be gone, melted, boiled, and dissipated in vapor. And this is the rate at which the solar heat is being (to human apprehension) _wasted_!