„The forgetfullness of self is, in a measure, a transformation in God, who then becomes, in a certain manner all things for the soul.
In this rapture, the soul disappears, but not entirely.
It acquires, certain qualities of divinity, but does not naturally become divine.
The soul is rapt, by the divine power of resplendent Being, above its natural faculties, into the nakedness of Nothing"
(Heinrich Seuse, Leben, chp. iv)
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