But as I looked, this purely aesthetic, The cubist’s-eye view gave place to what I can only describe as the sacramental vision of reality.
I was back where I had been, when I was looking at the flowers—back in a world where everything shone with the Inner Light, and was infinite in its significance.
This gave me the comfort to open up a new door, which passes through paradise, with ghosts, spirits, and wild beasts running with me. like this right?