How can I describe the exaltation, which possesses us, when, after a task is faithfully accomplished, we are permitted a glimpse of what is before us?
How can I paint for you the joys that are ours?
In the clear, soft radiance of a perfect day, you rest amid surroundings quite indescribable to you because your senses here are so much greater, and you enjoy happiness beyond the power of language to convey. It is like a state of ideal perfection, as to atmosphere, perfume, beauty of aspect, and free, untrammelled intercourse with beings who permit you to partake as fully as you are capable of in the perfect knowledge for which you always longed.

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