Does this feel like heaven?" She asked. He laughed, and not nicely. "Well, then, you can't be dead." "You forget," he said. "This could easily be hell.

To-day, I will seek not the shadowy region; Its unsustaining vastness waxes drear; And visions rising, legion after legion, Bring the unreal world too strangely near.

What I am looking for... is an immobile movement, something which would be the equivalent of what is called the eloquence of silence, or what St. John of the Cross, I think it was, described with the term &#39;mute music&#39;.

Love consists in desiring to give what is our own to another and feeling his delight as our own.

Written By Emanuel Swedenborg

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