| p20 | The mystery, the hidden, the pulse, is unknown until it is known, set apart until it is apprehended, and apprehended, accepted as a given the mind does not know and cannot classify. The stunning reality of the new dimension is that it takes hold of the mind. The mind does not and cannot take hold of it. It is held; captured, immersed in a freedom it cannot comprehend. Met finally by way of introduction with what is like itself, it is no longer like it was. Alien now from itself, a dot in the cosmos of history, it drifts, unfettered and unbound in a dimension it knows not. |