Saints have broken within themselves that natural principle that separates each life from all the others: nothing in the universe is foreign to them anymore, and their heart resonates with the star's song as well as the whisper of the snow, the smile of the dead as well as the tears of the newborn. There is no other humanity than that of the saints. There is no other humanity than from this supernaturally loving, lovingly supernatural point of view.
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