All real spirituality is a testimony to this world as much as the
other: the material universe does exist.
Now the mystics around me had not this lively faith that things
are fantasies because they are facts. They wanted, as all magicians did,
"to control the elements"; to be the Cosmos. They wished the stars to
be their omnipresent eyes and winds their long wild tongues unrolled; and
therefore they favoured twilight, and all the dim and borderland mediums in
which one thing melts into another...in which a man can be as large as Nature
and (what is worse) as impersonal as Nature. But I never was properly impressed
with the mystery of twilight, but rather with the riddle of daylight, as huge
and staring as the sphinx.
And everything had that strange and high indifference that belongs
only to things that are...
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