In the experience of the beatific intuition
of the Absolute, the Self reacts upon
its own life-process, its slow journey
from the many to the one, accepting the
peculiar talent of the mystic, that wild genius,
that deep seated power of perceiving Reality,
which his contemplation has ordered
and developed, and his ecstasies express.
His intuitive apprehension of the Absolute,
which assumes in ecstasy its most positive form,
spurs him on towards that total and permanent
union with the Divine which is the goal.
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