There is no world. Only an ecstasy.
Ecstasy girdled with radiance burning serene.
The stars, like a handful of diamonds carelessly scattered on velvet.
The stars have seen.
Everything fades. This was our sacrament.
Now as you stir in the duskiness rapture is gone.
Taking our souls, merged in a single pulsating exquisite seeking
By Donald Ian McGregor.