As evidenced by this McSweeney's piece: AN EPISODE OF STAR TREK TEDIOUSLY WRITTEN FOR AN AUDIENCE ENTIRELY COMPOSED OF REMOTE AMAZON TRIBESMEN.
CAPTAIN PICARD: Ensign Kopenawa, set a course for the Borg Megacube!
ENSIGN KOPENAWA: What?
PICARD: Do you know the bend in the river with the four trees?
KOPENAWA: Yes. It is the end of all things.
PICARD: No. Close your eyes and imagine the bend in the river with four trees, the clearing with two stones, the cooking space, the huts of your cousins, the bubbling stream. Now picture that there are thousands of these, side by side.
KOPENAWA: Thousands? What?
PICARD: Uh, a number greater than seven. Much greater. Like every speck of dust.
KOPENAWA: Seven?
PICARD: No, more than seven. We're getting caught up here. The land of the Yanomami is not the beginning and end, the all-amidst-nothingness. There are millions ...
KOPENAWA: Millions?
and so on...