The ecstatic state gives the clearest
vision one can have of that
transcendent standard
to which he must confirm.
It entails the sharpest consciousness
of the inflow of that life on which
his little striving life depends.
The mystic comes forth from an ecstatic
experience, humbled yet exultant,
marvellously strengthened and ready,
not for any passive enjoyments,
but rather for the struggles
and hardships of the way,
the deliberate pain
and sacrifice that love brings.
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