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"Inward, ay, deeper far than love or scorn, / / Deeper than bloom of virtue, stain of sin, / / Rend thou the veil and pass alone within, / / Stand naked there and know thyself forlorn. / / Nay! in what world, then, spirit, vast thou born? / / Or to what World-Soul art thou entered in? / / Feel the Self fade, feel the great life begin. / / With Love re-rising in the cosmic morn. / / The Inward ardor yearns to the inmost goal; / / The endless goal is one with the endless way; / / From every gulf the tides of Being roll, / / From every zenith burns the indwelling day, / / And life in Life has drowned thee and soul in Soul; / / And these are God and thou thyself art they." / / F.W.H. MYERS. From "A Cosmic Outlook"
The account of what followed simply swept me into fairyland, yet a Fairyland that is true because it lives in every imaginative heart that does not dream itself shut off from the Universe in some wee compartment all alone.