happens

The depths at the edge of the wilderness, - cradle, and maybe -
The graves of the Universe, where the fire
And the air, continents, seas,
In the trace is not even, but they all
In praveschestve embryonic swarming,
Mixture and fighting among themselves,
Bye. All-powerful creator will not allow
They are new worlds to form;
In this abyss cautious Enemy
On the threshold of Hell contemplating the distance,
Obmyslival his forthcoming trip.
(John Milton.Paradise Lost)